I’ll cry for you so that the words I’ve seen will pour black out…
Bad things come in threes then tripled to a dozen but I think when gods choose to torture us, they answer our prayers.
Lightning, please write me a new story from the strands you disregard, then I can use the thunder to catch attention like fireflies in a jar.
My desires are palpable in the air around me so I beg thee for a breeze. Then I may chase it till I become comfortable enough in this world to confuse it for freedom.
Always conflicted like my path itself presents a moral dilemma with every stone. Though no, I’m simply indecisive.
I wander through my wonder room in hopes that I may still have faith, and each time I remind myself, I see again they’re only white walls.
Suddenly I understand the beauty in the blank pages left behind. All the beautiful moments I write… all the beautiful moments he saw with his eyes.
“Remind me what we said before we were tangible enough to let gravity weigh us down ? “
“Ah yes, you always knew how to make me smile.”