your feet curl in the shape of kidney beans when you fall asleep
misinterpreted, ingenuity has positioned you as an angel on sale

dirt

this is the pout that has been glazed with dirt
perhaps that cartridge was left unfinished for a reason
oh! hello december, i almost forgot to notice you.

malfunction

this veil of lace does not cover my grin but lest it shades the windows to my soul

metaphor

john mayer makes the world sound like an open wide sky.
infinite, starry and then there would be this blackout where we all learn to appreciate everything suddenly. so it's hello december the eighth, you might want to clear up my tab at the bartender's.

Eyes

give me your daisies, they're a symbol of your love which i have been coveting. Familiarity has been foreign in my face and it's getting weary. Other than feeling lost, I tire of looking at people in the eye. November was loud, an explosion of fireworks; some sort of color spill; unlike a pinata a balloon burst probably more appropriate; would have liked to get a great yell out of my lungs. To a quiet December, cheers.

delete

如果

if - a sort of fruit

RED

Your nail polish stains the bedsheets cause you never cared for it to dry. There are dreamers who live by the guitar.

All your characters meet at some point of time in your story.
Is there a reason? (No.) Do you have a favourite, they ask.
It stumps you.
Is there a plan? (No.)