dreaming

It was always so obvious.
I’d thought of your four-leaf clover of the morning.
I’d be a sleeping slow worm. Not a glow worm.
But I did feel the quickening pressure.
Anyways, this could be the summer.
This summer, take your slow turn.
I didn’t need your light-up walls, ever.

Emotion station: Explosion recreation.




........

and now, a baby :0)