sunlight maniac

and I imagine again, whenever there is sunlight, my face pressed to the glass, finger tips never reaching, a perpetual ghost over a clean river. a sunlight maniac, removing my wounds, swimming in the pavement, warming my hands on a smile. and I can feel it, the sun, its colour and the wind, soft trees going on forever. I am crawling up a hill, with my friends, taking off my clothes, holding my palms against my soles, pressed to the soil. we are warm, and we are young, with the music in our ears, and our going on forever.