if i'm on fire they dance around it
and cook marshmellows
and if i'm ice
they simply skate on me
in little ballet costumes

i want to write this feeling down, or draw it out, or photograph it; but then i feel like that would make the whole thing seem impure & artificial. i decide it will only cheapen the feeling.

( the once was a town where it was all grey & it only ever rained )