If only I could reflect as well as I can dream...living in its seams where I am am invincible in a mortal body, trapped within the contours of my skin..
Hearts made of ash with echos of past heartbeats as solace against a torrential wind that rises and rises in waves...it is grave indeed to meet an end..
We burn like daffodils in an open field that sway endlessly with a lone ashen tree as company and the mountains barely risen in the fog...I sit with m..
Hope used to be more than a feeling...Its like letting you know when the hardest part is letting go when you lose control...like keeping to the rhythm..
I live in an immortal sunrise...rather abandoned to it in its stages of life that distracts me into tomorrows reign and the white noise in the back of..
Every spark that flies from blue flames in wreaths of gold...I could get lost in a fire, surrounded by nothing and everything without a sound or thoug..
It's when the aspects of a sunset falter in the air when everything is still and I am awake even as the night passes through the confusion of changing..
We were like angels in the background. I would lift my eyes where he read in window beams with shadowed irises. He would watch me in silent halos that..