as the storm settled in

looking up to see

stars and streaks across the sky

there is not much longer to live

for the summer flowers

but my mind is a furnace

driving this beast

to get this momentum machine churning

into the hours to come

because whenever the clouds come

I get on and

buckle those seatbelts when I knew

into the past I saw the change and

One thousand days later

the aches and pains and hurts are

just scars that I don’t

notice anymore

like the ones on my heart

that might as well not exist

now that I have

this bliss