i can't help but notice, we are sitting-in-a-tree

i will sit here on this bathroom floor
mixing darks with clears
until everything feels perfect
and lyrics reflect this
exploding heart.

what can't be said with mere words
will come in motions
in a circle of short term memory.
"it smells so good in here"
the things we recall, and those we forget

a bird a flutter
being able to breathe under water
was the sky ever prettier than this?
its just one of those things.
play me like an out of tune pia
no,
hit the high hat, drumming all crass.

sometimes we fall into the best things.