Splashed over our oceans.
The rigid, frozen and depressed
pain of that horrible brain freeze.
Maybe the Caribbean Ocean.
A boy’s favorite popsicle.
The shining glare of a lapis luzuli.
The color of a clean summer sky.
The joy of a beach party.
The silent glow of that magical spell.
Poseidon’s favorite color.
There’s chaos starting…
The fatigue is getting near.
I’m beginning to feel like my
stomach is turning.
Why is the world so out of order?
I squint through my
My head is pounding like drums
that I’m having trouble knowing
where I am.
I’m baffled at what the present
is holding for me.