Dry Wet

Dark Light

In shades of pitch black

Some things

They always come back

As the sun, she will burn

So in time

Will the void, always return

Breathing

Like a ryhme

Exhaling

To make time

　

As something

Without nothing

Can never be anything

Author's Note

Reviews

[elle]

"as something without nothing can never be anything"
you've done it again, David.
brilliant.

[Davidgeo]

Thank you very much elle.