do you mind if im not a person for half of the year

watching shapes of the sun slot down and clouds walk into the room

i am quite soft these days for paws to sink into

and there are stems left on the floor because i had to trim them

the clouds are rescheduling their appointments because they are sometimes tired and reticent

i know i’ll see them next time

steel pivoting blades

green patina nicotine

the leaves inhale rust

I've spent years trying not to feel things

but now i even know how it feels to be born

I can very clearly see your face through the passing of time

It would have to be time stopping when i’ll allow it to blur

I thought sadness was permanent and fixed like the future but maybe not

I’m falling asleep again