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

The sky has finally hushed,
and I saw your reflection in...

You opened up a void
and I kept drowning...

you
no longer...

the blue pigment is slithering
under your skin, or is it your blood...

you feel
your lungs...

When the clouds
hold your memories...

the sun was caught
on a tree branch...

you watch ghosts with divergent eyes,
as if the world unraveled it’s untold truth...

~Chapter I~
Do you remember how we both...

for some reason you’re anxious,
the day and night are not forgiving...

there is no going back,
her voice echoed...