Flat surface, new faces, and unknown whereabouts...
A mind hovering over nothingness...

a chain of incomplete
inconsistencies...

you asked me to master a new form of art,
but the best I could do was to decipher the...

The coffee hymn in the morning
was our best harmony, we always...

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

Poems bloom with warm sunrise,
nectar of words sweeten morning coffees...

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

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

Just as he screams
“the clouds are here...

yet again I find
myself facing the wall...