I an cycle

[boybitch]

As a soft, touchable Sim boy,
I turn on my Christmas lights
and open my dreams like packages.
They have fallen around my bed
in curious shapes and sizes.
Every time I feel it, I roll.
The blue, winter's sky.
A writer in Winter,
an explorer in Spring
Stay by my side.
I'm grey tonight, I'm small.
If you touch me, I may fall apart
but if I touch my dreams, 
our world may be still again.

I woke up with one hundred,
   small, white lights above me.
I woke up twice without you.
And there is no more blue,
but I am still grey
and I hope nine miles away,
you're grey, too.