contemplating

[callen_the_cat]

when the flowers die
when the rain ceases to pour
when the sun darkens

i'll be that flower
tears will be the pouring rain
and my eyes the sun

grass shoots up between
my toes and tickles my flesh
with lively green shoots

blue skies and blue waves
lap against a sandy shore
and my countenance

coffee aromas
mingle with conflicting thoughts
drinking solution

technology is
too present in my green life
sustain from it

excited journeys
two weeks away and few days
i can hardly wait

last one i promise
just know that it is too fun
too sad to be it.