Perspective

He sits, leather couch, recollecting on the past. Internal thoughts of his perspective begin to clash. He wants this to last, but how, when it seems like there always test after test …class after class. Is he moving to fast, or are they moving to slow. He searches for and answer Afraid that it will remain unknown. See, its these things that aren't shown, that causes second guesses… That cause him to sit on this leather couch, recollecting. But his perspective, begins to change. He realizes in the right rational side of his brain, that some things will never change. It’s a past… See, upon realization that a past is a past, then a future becomes more solid and a present is made to last. So he rejoices, and toasts with a glass, because his heart is all toasty whenever she even walks past. But its sad… he doesn't wanna leave, but he gotta to go. She brings him sunshine, that’s why wherever they go, she doesn't get to see snow. But once she’s gone, he’ll go back to the snow. His “toast” is gone… his nights become cold. He’s stuck now, back on a suede couch feeling froze. Thinking about the past that he may never ever know.