and i've said it--

i want to fall from the sky and land like a rock,

freefalling is the art of living and you've taught me well,
ongoing river of electric though you are;
round eyes are not a part of my day, i've learned to
guard myself well-- and there are some things
i can live without, things like sun and picture-perfect
veins, a highlight even in January, and as of right now
everything is forgotten.

your gaze will still inflict heatstroke like an
oceanside fire, but today i want you to know that
underneath my skin, blood still runs.