I bear the brunt of that dream again;
two meters apart, but you’re still quaintly a...
If I'm only alive for a little while
I'd like to make a difference...
some days
my thirst is so immense...
Upon the ripples of a soft night,
the stillness envelops me like a coffin...
You fluttered, silk and black
Green shimmering across your wings...
You could duct-tape
the freedom...
The only true dualism is unity,
the unity of equals...
I go bobbing for memories
Their presence haunts me...
Loneliness is a
distance that could never be...
I do not dream
For I have found the waking...
and to which sin do I have to blame,
for being forced into tendering...
I'd forgotten what it's like to tumble
unceremoniously to the ground, arms tied...