amber river passed lips. the road towards the moon. laughing at the stream as it falls. i hope to be the frog sitting on a leaf looking up at the rain drops. the sun has its own story that i don't want to hear. my smile gets better every time i put it on. the thump of my heart is my own secret. the crumpled sheets and moist pillow is its proof.

am i lying to myself? and if i am who am i kidding?