so rare to think of anything anymore moments, flashes, step by step, letting go every memory takes me to the start, one by one, dice rolls, predicting the fall
beautiful things lead to dead horizons eyes make me feel so alone in darkness went to find you (self) in a home of goodbyes the endless pulls me in as silence drones
whispers carry me to the salted sea what if rain falls, if only in madness, to see the heaven of her bright eyes
golden apples, a balcony of chrome dust storm of lost souls settles on Saturn pain is perfected in hurricanes of shame beneath sweat stained silk sheets, 12AM windows fated, what is this tilted world made of…
onion layers, peeled back to creation am I like you who breaks before dawn before water softened jagged edges realize I can’t quit but rather be gone rearrange the scenes I’d still be alone
silhouettes eat me from imagined insides as an eden of bombs show me the way push, push, push to murky blue depths (reverb) whisper to an ancient benevolent sea encased, exposed flesh, all of grotesque me what happens next, beyond nowhere, flee…
“Hey Siri”, tell me about the weather and the path less taken. of reckless times it doesn’t matter they’re the lucky, gone.
Where did all it all go… [space] … nvm I go bring the chains… to carry me home.
“As she walked to the end of the wooden boards, the stars spoke to her.” Dreams of love were white feathers whisked through the heavens by the wind. Lapping waves were hypnotic as they crawled ashore from the royal-blue sea. The low hum of the ocean was a majestic symphony playing to his queen. She wondered when her love would arrive. She giggled and grinned, thinking of the kiss they shared last summer. Continue reading “Dreams of Love”