I sat with an old man on a weathered bench near the bank of a section of river most don’t come to anymore. He welcomed
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Hide & Seek
I can’t remember How many days it’s been Lost in these hours Through deep exhale The crisp autumn air Burns cold With each inhale There’s
Flowering Ink
I sat at the edge of something, contemplating anything. Like so many times before, I try to look up, but could only stare down into
Too Late
It’s too late For the light to change These adornments Permanent Fixed to the existential Crisis of the moment We find it better To run
Colder Than Before
If I could have seen Known this, years before When I had nothing No color, only sound Echoing throughout, between Innocence in the past tense
What We See
We see angels And we see demons They carry These things We can’t let go Dancing from Room to room Through doors Left open In
