foolish dreams make good coffee

On days like these the clouds are too, too white;
an imperfect shade of white.
Sunlight peeping through these clouds can only warm you for so long,
Are they worth living, fighting, breathing for?

I like too much sugar in my coffee.
Maybe I don't like coffee that much, afterall.

Somedays I just want the sky to be painted grey
And I feel lost in the mornings when I can't recall the dreams I dreamt the night before
Sprinkle my coffee with arsenic
Watch it slowly swirl and dissolve
Days like these make me think of you,
of what could have been
Lazy days like these make me want you near me,
(not too near, just close enough)
so that I can reach out
And touch your soft, warm skin with my fingertips
(just to make sure that you're tangible)
And ache inside
knowing some dreams are better left unchased, unfulfilled
(more precious this way?)

life goes on

Fossilise me as you go,
I feel lonely when there are people;
You crumble your dreams, you let them die
But I'm still looking for a silver lining in my cotton clouds.

*peishan*