Space

The Ease of Falling

“we’re history
there’s no point in anything. Just kiss me”

Sky of Stars and Song

Birds aren’t singing. They’re screaming.
Wake up.

Enveloped

lost to a red abyss
between hesitant words and a half blow kiss-
beheld by candlelight,

Steam

You’d have to decide whether it mattered anymore. And in the end, you decided it didn’t.

Don’t Dream, it’s Dangerous

Closing your eyes brings nightmares. Opening them brings reality.