"innocence" ( like dirt )

the clouds drip,
just like the mind
as it reaches for a cup of tea.

but you are too busy
to notice

you are living.

you are living.

it is remarkable.

there is shimmering dust on your words
that gets trapped in my lungs
where it blossoms
into flowers

life.

blooming life.
blooming
into your body of "innocence"