Morning is worst.Awake the day is not yet written.Yesterday done, and thankfully.Wishes are a fuel without leverage.Exhaustive dreams keep pounding.Ro..
Here I am.In a hall, or cornerwe met. Standing oncrumbled floorgravelingacross memory.Was it me, you paintedonto paper in words,longing . Or was it me..
If we only knew then, but you missed it.Just like we knew you would, shutter into a blank corner.Protecting yourself, from the kinetic.Energy terrifie..