it will never spoil

it’s a nice summer day in my mind, the kind that you can only find after you stop searching.

and there i lay on the dewy, green carpet of spring as i let myself fall into the peaceful lake of blue up above.

a freshly dried sheet of sun covers me as i study the wispy dollops of meringue-like clouds.

everything is coated with the sweet glaze of summer, and everywhere i go is scored by the maestoso orchestra of the proud, little beings of summer.

and every breath is filled with whimsy and life.

you’re there, too.

and there we lay, sharing this moment and sharing each other, savoring the intricate pastry of summer.

and i offer the pastry of myself for you to try, and you do the same.

as we share each other.