each thought patched up the holes in the sky
days grow colder and the seasons grow younger. we stare through windows at the colours that change and fade into non-existance as the sun beams bleaker with each passing day. we hear of old friends - lovers - the tales they spurt that no longer accomodate you in any way. you sit and listen with a calm smile spanning across your face; you realize these words disinterest you and you merely just want to listen to the hum of the person that does. you trade anger for apathy, since feelings are a waste. and as you sit and listen, you add up the situations and make a solution that pieces everything together. a solution that dawns as a realization to the months that have passed and the time that has grown rampant. you settle yourself out of their lives - you're nothing to compare to.
but you're everything in the eyes of a queen.
