A point outside the glittering current, when mind moves in more places than one

This flesh is mine, it has bled, and shed remnants of lies saccharine– under a sky surrounded by convalescing breath, the world I see before me is made of shadows with teeth, as my heart attempts to piece together what stones have buried– the tree bark howling out the tales… Read more“A point outside the glittering current, when mind moves in more places than one”

December, daring to dream, thrusts itself into existence

The wind perhaps is most perceptible when we speak of change, blowing empty thoughts to keep my glass refilled– somewhere, someone’s heart beating for me, cares. And when I sense you must be there, my pulse quickens– I would’ve followed a prettier road but that would’ve left no chance of… Read more“December, daring to dream, thrusts itself into existence”