my space-
has become overgrown...

Alien waters
a transformation takes place...

Sometimes-
I imagine...

as morning breaks, my heart does too
I hear the blackbirds songs of blue...

I walked alone-
upon a blank canvas...

At the time
I gave no thought...

The colour fades
from her cheeks...

my eyes are pupils.
that once learned the...

A nudge of energy-
so profound...

trays-
piled up with...

the weather feels,
moody...

I stand at my window
and gaze...