deluge

little fellow.
tiny, baby frog
sitting on a frightfully blue
bike-lock spiral cord
waiting to bid me
adieu
on my journey home.
literally millions of dragon flies
cascade from the sky
ethereal like paper-thin crystals
spinning down to earth in a
dance.
depression,
preying on freshman,
faking your way through seven hours days.
it's like a building was built around you,
for you,
formed to you
and now it's being broken down
by a jury of every thing you ever
put a speckle of love into.

this will be interesting.