i must learn to waltz
one of these days,
so i can be
mad and nostalgic.

the winter hours
are melting into
the summer days.

yet, it rains like
the world will
fill to the
atmosphere

i should just
run away with
my goldfish,
to a cottage in
the mountains.

i should just
get some sleep.
i have years
of musing
ahead of me.