on average sundays, i
am doing nothing but
imagining possibilities.
do you do that? no? well,
i had a feeling it might be just
me.
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
nothing
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.