Popcorn

Growing up isn't something you enjoy

Unless you're, like,

Five,

And the world is still golden,

And you can't see

The hourglass

And the grains of sand

Falling

Falling

Orange, yellow, and red 
Swirled like a painter mixing his colors 
The brush strokes, light, heavy, loud 
A pallet of only the brightest colors 
Distracting him from the grip of life 

The sky was red. 

Okay maybe it wasn’t completely red. 

Kinda orange. 

A scene from "Dune" when you think about it. 

Just bizarre.