As I walk the streets,
and as the sunsets...
The blues of the oceans are deep.
Many dive into them...
When I first laid a bite, I saw black and white;
a bunch of bright stars. What a delight...
my week has been a raining day so far
with winds semi-calm and clouds as grey...
In front of a window, an orange cat
and a white mouse dreamily sit...
while skies cry
puddles gather ‘round...
To touch and have the power to transform
that which I touched into fresh water...
Inside of this huge mug I call my world
I am the size of a small bug...
Oh!
The sky is grey and the grass is red...
Who am I but some matter
that matters not in the entire universe...
Something is Off and it’s not the light.
The room is illuminated...
I try to stretch my thoughts
like mozzarella in a grill...