There’s magic in the air. Fragrance mists from the teacup surround me as I slip into day dreaming delicacy. I’m dapper as ever, dressed in fears and fantasies; I have friends when I look back and see. Sip by sip, I gulp down my hopes; I open my eyes and it’s a slippery slope.
I turn my head around like a sunflower but my sun is scattered across people. The sun never sets in this land of fickle desires for it knows it’ll be abandoned for moon. Hearts of people are cities of hope; streets are crowded and gates, closed.