Corporate Meatlocker

There are blankets and blankets of green fields out there.  I just wanna sink in it with the warm sun on my face. And fresh cut roses, the delicious smell of flowers, I remember holding you and falling asleep there. Time vanished

. Conversations were butterflies, sweet adrenaline like pollen. I miss you so much. It’s just cruel.  A meat-locker for an office, with boxy windows. You’ve moved on, and the smelly printed paper has me looking through an old box of notes, or window. You’re everywhere. I’m in a house of mirrors. It isn’t fair. How many years will you be just fine while my adventurous chapter goes on in a bouncy house of memories and woes.

 Also hi