Cut
smoke...

It’s expected you know,
at bottom...

The days blend together,
merging into weeks and months...

I love you.
But love, alone...

I remember then -
under a drunk moon...

Sleep.
Wake...

It folds and swells and curves,
this form I wear...

The Color of Goodbye
I do not know the paints to use...

These glass orbs,
eggshells...

It’s like I’ve been here.
I can’t decide if...

You know -
I spend all day...

You're a dream,
a beautiful...