What I like is the second arrested

Head back and the blue blue blue sky

And I only want this instant

Where the clouds are pale and cotton and are peace with promise

And everything is stopped in romance, so it’s pink, so it’s perfect and beauty

And I’m enchanted in a silence without words

The people are of Sunday on a Monday

The cars are a lullaby

And I’m in love with this moment

Everything is stopped and there isn’t another breath, everything is first with last poem

And there is no past when there is present

And it’s idiotic

But I want

this

this

THIS

TA.