And spring was coming, I could feel it.

I was a simple plastic glass before I met you.

Lovers.

I dreamt of myself, swimming in a twinkling teacup.

Side-effects of love.

It really just was a white wall.

I saw my house inside a raindrop.

It was my last night there. I remember everything.

And I wondered if you ever feel that way, too.

My heart in a teacup.

Meet me under that tree.

If these walls could talk, they would just call my name.

I see you.

There were crumbs, and spots, and traces all around (and your secrets floated, hiding in the teapot).

Stay.

And the surface of the table suddenly became a bright shining mirror.

Still snowing.

I wish I was the souvenir you kept your house key on.

Take me back there someday.

Feed me pink cupcakes.

Starry sky, lights off.