in-between the thoughts and lines of every girl, there is an autumn that is always orange
and underneath the christmas presents, when brothers rush to see who got theirs first, there is the kindling nostalgia of fire that never cools; fireplace reserved in a small log cabin in a winter forest, exclusive to the ideals of time.
and where there is a river that runs, there is me, who dips his toes in the cool water.
"these are the rules of the universe," god would say to me
and he took the form of a young boy with frilly brown hair
because i imagined him that way somehow
"and if i fell in?"
you'd die, was what i expected him to say
but instead he turned to me and asked
what my favorite color was
and when i first drowned
i woke up with my best friend
and together we played on the playground
holding hands on blades of grass together
you were a memory; a ghost
but in here, time was different
and you ended up being forever
the next time i woke up, was in a place
i didn't recognize
dark marble, gray and sleek modern walls
soft piano playing across the room
and when i saw past the huge windows
the night city ran below me
for miles on end
yellow lights, cars, underneath the silence
of midnight
and then a girl appeared from behind me
possibly the most beautiful one
i'd ever seen in my life
no, she was for sure
"enjoying your stay?"
and her hair was so amazingly perfect,
a soft face and a body that curved
correctly in every way
"what would it take for you?" i asked
and she smiled
and when i lunged to kiss her,
the accents of another time seeped through me
and the dark heaven submerged under
everything lost forever at once
when i woke up again, i was in a childhood house
it was then i found out, that time travelling is particularly easy. it just isn't the metaphor most people think.
and god sat across in a chair from me
"i think, it'd be orange."
and i dusted the time off the sides of my shoulder
he looked back at me
"you shouldn't lie to a god, ____"
and i knew the crevice inside my heart had widened
