Is it possible to only exhale
questions when the breaths we take...

Sailing in the sky,
you save snapshots...

You've wandered off at
obscure hours...

Heed the wise warning
carved into man-made signs...

I groan in exasperation;
stretch my feet in hopelessness...

Try.
Try to love yourself...

She loved me here
among the ravenous mountains...

.
We are always searching...

It starts much like before.
I strip the walls...

This won't be very long, I promise,
because words aren't substitutes for memories...

I exhale murdering judgment
..as newborn angels hover...

Things I'll never do again:
1. Pop little reds...