They randomly wrote words
upon mysterious souls...

You’re not an illusion
you’re real to me...

they’re suffocating,
the memories of us...

the sky closes her eyes
and you feel your body...

you feel
your lungs...

the syllables
of your name drown me...

They root themselves under the
night sky, singing odes to Luna and...

In the shade of a
flower, she stacked petals of...

The moon enchanted her soul
and she awakened...

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

I saw the road behind me
fold into the setting sun...

The moon had just settled in the sky
when you performed a contemporary...