And This Happened

(A experimental poem I don't really like)

And I try to gather the dying sun’s final reflection before the polluted orange and purples disintegrate for the night

And I am forced to walk home alone

And yet, for some unknown,

And most popularly considered word,

And I stretched out my arms, hands cupped in to a bowl

And I wait for the sun to makes its way slow

And savory

And watch as the colors dare to be

And I dare to witness

And the strips of the ultimate natural self-expression simply express

And caress the dreaming bed headed clouds

And I swear I can reach just a little bit further, a little more up instead of down

And a smile will reveal itself

And I will no longer frown

And I will crawl in to the clouds

And I will wash away the bruises

And cuddle in to the crevasses

And all so I may sleep with both eyes closed

And heart exposed

And heart encased in the gold of a sunrise