sugar, ah honey honey

A slow, sweaty rush of exhaustion,
An envelope of calm, quiet
Humidity
Wraps me,
Coddles me
To a numbing lull,
An incantation of fairy tales,
Tea parties,
And tutus.

This desire to be young
And bounce on the balls of my
Feet
Until my forehead brushes
The basin of the sky.

But looking up,
Nothing.

The only way to see it is to
Be it,
Feel its spirit
Drip from its edges
Into my hair,
Running down my cheeks,
Slipping onto my lips,
The clouds' molasses
Trickling down my trachea.

Childhood,
That taste you can't get out of
Your head,
But can never remember with
Your lips.
The only thing I thirst for
Now
Is that which I never did like the taste of
Then.

Youth is a sweet
And messy
Business.



Also, this song is adorable.