(015) every idle thought

the summer melts my dreams in silence while freezing every idle thought. each day is just another drawing to help us keep what we forgot. just in case i don't remember, i bought myself a pocket watch. it tells me how much time i've wasted drinking pop and eating chalk. i noticed love was something tragic although it tasted bittersweet like chocolate that contained no sugar or a picture that was incomplete. so when winter comes to claim my longings, i'll freely give them all away. my memories are strung together like a run-on sentence that's way too long to say.