Fountain of Youth


Selfie of me on a bed with blue hair.

“The grasses sway their tall spears; the white butterflies flutter around and float on the soft warm wind of the late summer… The wind plays with our hair; it plays with our words and thoughts.”
- All Quiet on The Western Front, Erich Maria Remarque


Sitting by the fountain,
entertainment is all around us
like the bricks under our feet,
we pluck it like dandelions from a playground.

Cartwheeling on the nearby lawn,
we miss being a kid,
we wish we were still kids,
when I’m with you our ages retreat like the setting sun.

We’re laying on grass
and we watch Netflix,
we’re on your phone watching edits,
we escape reality through the characters rollicking behind our eyes.