There’s an entire universe inside of you,
it’s too big that you get lost sometimes...

It’s quiet, but it’s not quiet enough.
She’s listening...

memories with faint
colors paint her thoughts...

Fall called your name,
yet you yearned for the summer...

just by living with a plant
doesn’t mean oxygen would...

When it’s quiet and
your senses awake...

the shadows chew through my appendages
and into bone, and i do not scream...

You break through morning light,
like a forgotten dream coming to...

Trudging over
withering plants...

blood is crystalizing within your veins,
as if it’s mastering the art of sculpting...

Catered emotions
cascade...

I’m not an artist
for I have no talent...