are you in love?

may i ask if you’re in love

and whether it feels like home

one painted green and dressed up true

blurry cosmos of your own

are tuesdays lazy cause they’re there

with extra arms for you

of just because you can

doesn’t mean that you have to

i don’t know such of what is real

and you’ve seen some of what is not

sometimes it’s muscle memory making you

defense hijack the plot

rather naive if you believe

that every search searches “forever”

but to think you’re better off not searching

doesn’t make you much more clever

you’ll find them in buckled letters

risked dandelion wine hugs

a rejected treasure chest of time

when you were so in love