i missed the opportunity of dawn’s memory(being an adult).
sometimes i wish that sun-day mornings could last forever.
quiet and still, an atmosphere of another reality.
last night’s dream scarred me, it put me in a whole other place(one where i didn’t want to be).
i saw myself, reflected upon another(someone i like).
the end always seems to come(even when you don’t want it to).
i reach out, but i’m afraid to speak honestly.
and now, that solitary crow is speaking to me from across the street again, he seems persistent, but i can’t understand what he’s saying.