There's no easily accessible sun
that I can summon at will...

All the beautiful people
glisten...

We pass each other handfuls of kettle corn
with nothing short of empathy...

staring at my coffee cup,
flies begin to gather...

How does one explain....imagine
the ability to let your heart loose...

.
We are always searching...

It's raining in my mind-
not the kind of rain where it's impossible to hold...

I glance back at the stoic siding and windy shafts
with reminiscence of healthier schedules...

.
Closed light...

.
How does one measure the distance to moon's...

She is looking, always looking.
In the strangest places, in the weakest...

Your frequency is high,
granting me an incidental...