Long time ago

Silence was our religion, kisses and blows, strikes and glows.
I didn't know you so well before you died, same as the man from Seattle who seated down into a can pretending to be faded away. Free from the wild world, cute bunny of yours.
Inventing diseases, creating excuses, bored of boring life.
Beauty vanishes, talent is harder to blur. Dreams of reality, bits of boots tracing stairs down the road, on the ground.
Sun is gone today, but "today" has no end. Indeed, there's no night at this time of year. Sensations flowing through infected bodies, putrid minds and joyful hearts.
Becoming more that you are, sleeping under golden apples trees, raspberries killed at dawn. Dawm!
Sakura, straberries, deliveries. Shipping notes. Jumping, flashing.