And I am somewhat glad
to be home among the sunshine...

I happened to search your name
even though I deleted my socials...

There's a sadness
flowing...

I speak the word sigh
instead of exhaling...

NOTICE: For a greater setting, listen to Carter...
In front of him lies a grand piano, in perfect...

I stretch my mouth
like a troubled crow...

Am I your mockingbird?
For I bleed your indigo...

What will your last smile stir inside
of me? An absence of mind perhaps...

Be my/ spark.
Entrust me with your soul, trade me matches...

He painted my skin with graceful bars
smudged in awestruck pen & falling hand...

I never want this to end,
this feeling of being invincible...

Please enlighten me,
how else am I supposed to react...