flocks of flawless young beauties radiate the warmth absorbed,
walking slow in brazilian cut bikinis on the 27th of December.
on the 27th of December...
I admire my newly updated skin tones and think of when he'll see the lines,
while almost laughing at how I haven't been cold.
from secondhand longjohns and stylish layers to nothing, or a simple dress.
progress?
envelope of paper money smiles, "ink," but I know I won't stay.
the reasons to leave used to come in waves.
now all I can hear is this ocean of currents taking credit for keeping me here.