She made me feel like the clouds outside after they empty their guts and the earth says nothing.

Grey

I know my mind plays tricks on me.
When I am sleeping it goes through my memories and paints them brighter while hiding the parts that a second coat can’t fix.

I feel like a kid when I pretend to believe that’s the way things were.
But I need to feel that. In the face of age, standing at the mirror.
Maybe our love was never so great, and our breakups cliche. Forgive me if my imagination tries to defend me.

It is all without hate, maybe too much hope, but in the end I pray something beautiful will show.
Like her, the city, the dream.