ugh

it's raining. quite nice. has a fresh smell.

things are bad...

but that is always true.

such boredom, day after day, how to get around, outside, underneath it...

i am not alive, or am i...

there are things in my room, little things, glaring at me. they stand up tall while i drift under the sheets like milk

la la la

i had a thought

or it had me

oh the sun! it comes piercing through hearts o steel

and yes, there is little sun

amidst fragrant waves

of motion, dreaming

rain echoes

off itself

came to itself

there is

but one

way to live

on this earth

and that is

as a flower.