my world springs on the flipside
like a bruise that refuses
to heal

i want to remember my laugh
again
its wild cracks and energy.
i miss my laugh.

my fingers twitch with anxiousness
or maybe unhappiness
i buy them time out of boredom
asking them to trace an effigy of my dreams
in the silk grey sky.

they draw me instead

with a happy face
and my heart in the shape of a star.

yeah the last line is similar to my previous screen name, but that was unintentional,
i think.