12 einer tag der sonne

i am disappearing into the shadows as the sun comes out. all i want to do is lie in the park and stare straight at the sun and walk home woozy with its prints in the backs of my eyes, then sit by my open bedroom window as it sets, making paper cranes and lucky stars. i am unsure if i need that luck; change is more important than luck but paper stars are more therapeutic than trawling through paperwork about change. i like it when the clocks go forward because it is a change which doesn't need paperwork. i require less and less stimulation and i find people have become boring to me, tiresome little chores who need their pedestals polished and egos preened. i just need somebody to cut paper strips and squares up when my hands fold in on themselves.