rip the air from my chest like you’d pluck
the ripened fruit in midsummer; i assure you...
… regarded nostalgia as ambrosia,
and i remember this clearly...
my baby
splashes smiles...
When that scrawny figure knocks at your door.
Do you shirk to hide beneath the floor...
When colors don't blend well
designs are incorrect...
I picked up the blade
like it would help me sow...
Music perished into dust
as I paused for a moment...
The world is crumbling,
life has gone insane...
I blinked for just a moment and lost track
As thoughts meandered down forgotten paths...
Death of silence heavy
Eternity nears, second ticking...
I plucked you from a meadow because I was...
As you sit within that vase, I gradually watch you...
traveling down the road
that's leading from home...