Helios is, was, is my friend

Sunlight has the possibility to change everything
Sunlight on my face as I have dew on my ankles
Matching scraped elbows as we zoomed faster than our past toddler selves on the
plastic toddler cars
They never would have known we were old enough to
write about things as deep as oceans
Sunlight on my face as I listen to the birds and wonder if you are ever awake to
see what there is or if you are too entrapped in the aquarium of your mind. I
don’t want a museum ticket pass, touring your mind for my own selfish otherworldly
motives that you don’t try to understand.
But I feel like here drains you and your fishbowl is stopped up.