.023

its dark inside, late hours

and youre snowing

faraway in quarantine
alluring

a bright storm
low

low

my vivid call, silent

naked confessions melted
by morning

.022

you fight warrior,

what do you fight?
this imaginary beast is trembling with fear
and so are you.
sometimes the weight is too heavy to lift
push it off a cliff
fall with it
and drown
if you make any sounds 
you've won.
humanity speaks

.021

tons broken graveled love

a path to find back, long winds scattered them

disarranged parts

gravity paths bore dust tremors

death letters sent homeless 

lonely knots

long fashion plans spoiled electric

infinite metal outfitted immortal hearts

.020

Standing young wandering the story, each page blank with age. I could write the nothing down, sway a mind to be free. Is there light within? Questions surely, I'm wandering after all. Will I find darkness? Worthless treasure or the edge of never. Lovers hands holding syllables, eyes that bring you home?
Maybe, turn the page.