A Boy With Roses

Angels Talk To Me

Today the sky was pink and delicious, good enough to eat. I looked at the clouds, white roses I could sleep in, and my mind went wandering through dream dimensions, roads into worlds, oceans in my imagination. I woke from sleep, the blue folds of my dreams, hearing voices, speaking in languages I can\'t understand. I thought it would never end, that the refracted moonlight would shine through the clouds in my mind. I drew a line in the sand. It\'s funny how old friends become strangers and life becomes a melodrama. I turn dark days into games. I ride the waves. Some days I want to disappear, some days I wish I wasn\'t here, then I think of you and smile. I think of the storms I\'ve made it through, how I\'ve made it this far. I don\'t know what tomorrow holds, and I don\'t want to know. I will work it out when the time comes, when I\'ve said too much, when I overdose on young lust, when I see myself in the light in the sky. I think I\'ve died in this house. I\'m thawing like ice.