a big blue boulevard.

i'm beginning to notice the structure of living in wavelengths.

i throw my hands upward and raise an eyebrow, mouth hanging open with a perfect excuse.

the long fits of happiness always plunge away from me. it's a beginning and an ending, a collage of events that keep me swimming.
but i always resurface. the sun smiling upon me.

this architecture is average. there wouldn't be oceans if only puddles existed. swarms of boxy neighborhoods flood the earth.
some will sink. some will struggle. but we are all just floating.