I knew it was over… the day your hand lay lifeless in mine. That sudden goodbye and that iciness you shared. Glares… not beautiful gazes. Sharing hands with a corpse then made it a wintry day. It was a shimmering...

That teardrop shape of my light! A glow with many shadows cast. The vaulted heavens above catch the long thread of smoke rising when my candle flame’s pinched. My smoke pools and condenses as my blackened wick cools. The teary streams of wax dry and my tears...

Don't try thinking about who you were. Don't try thinking about who you are. Don't try thinking about who you will be.   None of those versions of yourself were fixed,are fixed or ever will be fixed.   And by the time you finish reading...

I love you… You don't love me… You will never love me… You will never love me again…   And again I hold your pictures… And again I dream of the old times… When our hands shared the other tenderly… When our lips were thawed of that...

as an unwitting participant in the undercurrent of darknessaffecting things great and smallmaneuvering the aether with a kissspiraling thoughts become worldsan act so small as a whisper can alter thingscause chaos in the grander scheme of thingsso I utter...