into blue

plucking heart strings, sticky coverups

whats this feeling?

desolate space made for something that remains but half full

 

perhaps expansion is wrong

perhaps resistance is right, though seemingly a bore

 

but what if you think something might be worth everything?

 

does it take a lot?

 

everything is a lot

seems like so much more than what I've got

 

 

it's time to peel out that sticky smile

smack it on

& wear the cheer like beaming rays from the sun

 

if the clouds don't break to let it peer through

jump up

fly high

 

soar above the white masses

into the purest unkown

 

into blue