a little past 3:00 am
when ghosts start...

There she was, trudging over blurred thoughts,
heaving patience to a higher level...

The light did not flicker today,
the room felt empty...

The feathers within my palms
were gray, before they rapidly...

When it’s so quiet,
and the only thing you hear...

it’s not
quiet...

Clouds
embrace...

Capsuled emotions
dissolve in an ocean of...

Fostered emotions
escaped...

The room felt her presence as
as she sat in front of a leaning...

Although the sky
had rejected her...

He’s back;
the shadow that lives...