Numb were the nights
when I inhaled the memory...
A letter that
illustrates not...
I went to the coast where the sea mist
rolled over the dunes and made it so...
It's the kind of day where building
forts, writing novels, and learning...
There were never any deaths on those
cold-hearted tiles, but there was a prominent...
I told you once that calendar
pages never marked new...
After everything happened,
I used to lie awake in the dark...
My breath escapes me once again,
watching his silhouette blaze as he...
The memory of him
tracing doodles of...
In a sun-scorched field
he stands...
She sat praying near
the outskirts of loneliness...
Everyday is summer time, even the breeze can't...