is it strange that im attracted to fruitful sunshowers?
or that i find gratitude from the unspoken words..

of the much obligated "i love you"
why must it be that without you my emotions are both
sweet and low..

artificially tainted with theatrics of modern day films
pressured to follow in the footsteps of snow white, cinderella, and rose -

yes, the smell of roses are intoxicating
but your exfoliating vibrations are even more so..

talk to me.

speak into the mic -
no distractions from synthesizers..
the sense i strive for you is to inhabit that of atonement.