Humidity covers the many layers of you with dew, for you thrive like a succulent in the wet.

I expand and contract in accordance with the seasons. Sometimes, such as humid times, I expand, while in colder times I contract.

You thrive while I contract today. It’s your heaven and my hell.

Then, as if the sky knows who I am, the clouds break and the cool rain falls on to our skin.

Vintage Flowers

The sun feels warm,
yet the breeze tells
a different story.

Days where even the
flowers seem to have
gone vintage, I think
of those childhood
moments in the 80’s.

The carefree moments
when it still mattered
to me when the good
times came to an end.

Days like those were
carefree, but I must
say, looking back, that
those days felt sad too.