cherry moon, effulgence!

august comes to a close quite nicely. we’re all orange and pink today. such warmth can’t be ignored, i almost don’t want it to leave. i make apple cinnamon cupcakes with brown sugar on top and they are perfect, and deep down i say happy birthday. it’s really quiet, soft hum of the ac in the background and the occasional jump of a cricket in my lizards tank. for some reason things that would make me tense are making me laugh. like oh, how silly. it doesn’t matter after all. it’s almost hazy, almost like wearing tinted glasses. some days are just like this. my room especially - always so blue and cold. the warmth consumes. it’s kinda bittersweet, all of this. longing for the past never really turns out well. but we all do it anyway because we find so much comfort in what used to be. soft songs, popular for a reason; short lived. it’s kind of like a sketch. when art starts out. i remember three years ago i was at a bus stop on this day; the moon was high and bright and everything was orange still. and green. and i just think some people are so special. and i thinks it’s silly i could’ve ever compared.