You said that your door would
always be open...

As I inhale these fumes,
my lungs burst and...

Darkness is the mood of night;
so beautiful, mystical, and...

One look-
one solitary zaffre glance...

The threat of winter is here and yet somehow at...
so very far away...

A steady drizzle of rain dances
ceaselessly throughout...

Every sigh the Moon makes
is another moment I have fallen...

With hapless hands
stretched outward...

My silence matches the
little vase by the window...

How does one stand
so tall on such...

I am a skyline in grayscale and
you are an ocean of black and white...

She is a frosty breath of air
on a crisp winter...