Day 152 of 365

I could scribble.
I feel it when it’s over.
An ending with each cycle. 

Not as linear as we once thought. 

Not a story.
Just poetic patrons on a rooftop shop searching for free eye candy.
An easy way to feel a sense of awe.
An easy way for me to be inspired.
You’d support me in my convictions, 

And I would question yours.