You are the wind rolling through my hair.
You are a fresh cup of coffee...

The ashes from my cigarette
fall intermittently and mix...

Bankrupt eyes are
fixated heavenward...

Am I the sword planted
firmly in the stone...

Familiarity is the taste of nostalgia
and betrayal...

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

One look-
one solitary zaffre glance...

Chaos begs to be soothed;
just as a candle flame begs to be stoked into an...

Have we been broadcasting live
this entire time...

My castle has been reduced to rubble,
and my shiny crown melted down into...

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

Your caesious eyes
have more...