won’t you be the catcher of my dreams?

it’s nights as these when i need you the most

spiraling down the asymmetrical thread, the water i tread in my eyes glare as beads

only when the sun’s not set, i wear this smile as a sign [bad word] 

it’s all so clear when you’re depleted and have a wish of dying

still have dreams to pursue, so won’t you tingle my feathers