It's this time of the day
that my spirited soul...

you open your eyes
and the world resolves...

Only when trees shed
and winds shake...

Emotions unfiltered, when a lonely
sunset forgot to unravel its...

His knife slowly went through the corners,
as he carefully carved broken crayons...

She roamed the
universe like she owned...

The pink string wraps around
her slim arm, while it’s other end...

She traced the cracks on the wall,
like she sailed within a map...

Dreams burning
underneath a chimney...

My eyelids felt heavy
as they slowly...

Incubated howls captivate
indigenous emotions to a forest...

I left my dresser-drawer slightly open,
for your spirit to slip and escape this...