Another Sunday. I'm coming out of my head. I have been cleaning closets, cleaning my head, getting it right, so my life can start once again. A new season, a new body, a fresh set of eyes. I look up at the sky. I wish my big wish and I hope with all my faith that cupid is out there with a bow. He knows the boy that my mind thinks about. He knows the boy that I see and dream about loving me. Cupid has been called out in this spring season to shoot down a boy that I feel in my bones would love to fall down in love, fall down to be in love with me.
