Future carved.

May is just another month that hangs on my naked wall,dangling in the time and space of my numbered existence.

Waiting to be ripped and torn.Stored away.Til June screams in fluorescent halos igniting the rapture of my perchless branch that signals to the embrace of the swaddling wind.

Til then I will bend the corners of this map to suit the bareness of this cube that I eat sleep and dream in awaiting the clouds to dissipate.

Oh what makes it so special for me.Sorry I only read.What about the month of May!!!

May is special because I can paint my cube from the inside.Reflecting light that shines through the naked trees in through the window as i breathe endless words on the chilled glass i gaze endlessly into.