on average sundays, i
am doing nothing but
imagining possibilities.
do you do that? no? well,
i had a feeling it might be just
today i see the world through
a camera, recording you
. my manuscript lies open
and a movie in my mind
will play
again and again till perfection
along with the same old cliche versions
of falling in love. but in the real world,
i am cynical
and unexposed. my story is covered from
you and eyes will reveal
the sun will lurk and the stars will
burn themselves out from smiling
way too much
and i will remain with my
maybes and what ifs
till midnight and wait for monday
to reel me back into reality.