photo diary 16

The pastel glossed sky melts in my mouth like cotton candy

and so I try to savor the sweetness of summer

on top of this empty parking lot

where my eyes resembled big pools of brown...

and so maybe my vision was just a blurry prophetic dream

of hazy colors muddled together.

But I'd like to think that in those moments,

the sun glowed a bright orange in the simple way

that I was always told it does.