And then spring would come and with it, the lukewarm breezes that smell like warm evening colours, the kind that would make you buy a super8 for your birthday and make it the right way. and then spring would come light and shallow and with it, the thousand unmade promises and unkept wishes, and maybe they’d paint all the sounds at dawn with pastel green and oranges, just like you dreamt, like anything different will make this less dull and grey.
but numb is free, numb is easy and i can’t turn on the lights now.
and then spring would come and it would prickle the city and awaken every detail, from your airplane floating in the crisp air to every love word ever written on paper, and the feelings you tossed away in a recycling bin they’d be making their way to some strangers’ smiles and their silent songs. you’d count the fireflies and there wouldn’t be much else to do, all these little ants that run and run around you, they scream in their phones, they shout in the void, you’d count and draw circles in your palms cause there aren’t many fireflies in town.
but numb is free, numb is always near and i can’t turn on any lightness now.
and then spring would come and you’d tell all your passengers to get in, you’d be out for long period of time but you’d know for once wherever you are and going. and then spring would come and everyone’s name would be june and everyone’s place would be a different city. and then spring would come and you’d put everything you have and everything you see in a little plastic film box and shake and shake and watch it come to life and feel. and then spring would come and you’d be a white shadow in your frames and you’d look pretty.
but numb is free, numb is easy, make your paper thin parachutes of leaves, it’s fall already.

Bishop Allen – Click Click Click