Gloomy June mornings in the land of eternal
sunshine is a thing that should not be,
though, it occurs often enough to elicit
observations of how unfair
the weather is being to us. As if
the weather owed us anything. As if
life owes us anything at all.
I will not wait for what I desire,
I will go to it
with both feet running,
lungs breathing deep,
exhaling essence,
straining to attain
what matters most.
My tongue has grown tired of itself,
wonders what you'd taste like,
wonders if we'd be agreeable together.
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