the sun is setting behind the bay bridge right now,
and the remaining sunlight is causing
houses on the other side of the water to glitter,
like flecks of gold in the horizon.
contrasted with such muted
grays and
blues and
purples.
and that's how I feel right now.
like there's this shimmering thing,
out of my reach but in my line of sight,
and I don't actually know what it is.
but a piece of it is stuck behind my rib cage
and everything feels intensified.
and the remaining sunlight is causing
houses on the other side of the water to glitter,
like flecks of gold in the horizon.
contrasted with such muted
grays and
blues and
purples.
and that's how I feel right now.
like there's this shimmering thing,
out of my reach but in my line of sight,
and I don't actually know what it is.
but a piece of it is stuck behind my rib cage
and everything feels intensified.
the bridge is alive now,
a thousand electronic fire flies
with stories to share of fish on the move.
a thousand electronic fire flies
with stories to share of fish on the move.
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