I'm tired of that intolerable indifference shared between two people. That insufferable feeling of knowing that the sea may crash into the sun. That the clouds may explode- each into a different hue, shade or thought; colossal blossoms of color, blossoming into the soft darkness of tomorrow, touching upon the hearts and eyes of the viewers mentally entangled. Like abrasive moonlight upon the dusty ground, each speck illuminated with each beam- marking significance into each one and reassuring that they too have a purpose in life, it's just that the floor is stopping them from falling. The dust emblazoned in the rays of sun that bleed through failing curtains to which the stumbling evening backgrounds, reminds me of the time when we were happy together. Each breath issued forth from the pair of lungs creates a current, swallowing each falling piece of dust into the enveloping black, like the lovers embrace. This is the afternoon where I knew I could love you. We're at the cusp of adolescency, breaking through into adulthood. Like the waking flower in the blooming morning.