Can not feel
Can not speak...

Horizons streaked with grey and gold.
Magnificence interweaves substandard achievements...

Feeling of disarray.
Living for tomorrow and not for today...

Falling with You
By Dani Fitch...

Gaze upon the crafty spider;
weaving it's web in such a delicate dance...

Shattered pieces of the glass
that glitter from the floor...

Weeping sky
Falling down upon me...

We missed important beats
The volume turned down low...

Pain retarded
Strike the chord...

I sensed the divine, as we lay beneath the stars,
with my hand laced in the warmth of yours...

My favourite strawberry lip balm.
Now empty...

Do I still wish, you ask?
Yes. I wish when I can...