i have that feeling.
that feeling where your mind clouds over with the illuminating warmth of
harsh orange against the soft safety of
melodies and lyrics.
crushed fingers against piano keys
entwined beautifully through the
ups and downs
of calloused finger tips playing acoustic guitar.
closing eyelids fluttering against note after note of
raw, innocent
butterfly wings of beauty.
tangled teardrops of simplicity;
happiness in
burnt orange.

—
written because of this song.

tonight my dad finally switched the bulbs in my lights,
transforming the dimly lit white room
into a yellow luminance,
intensifying the colour of every photo,
soaring through the sky and into my lungs,
breathing in the wonders of the world around me..
in and out.
the lights were on.
i smiled.