bandaging.

cold wounds open up at the end of a cold night its like divine punishment of sorts all things done and undone repair my brokenness into one i am but a shadow of myself and yet the pain feels real what’s more a cloudy morning seeps in through the key hole every little gap a…

pearls of evil.

if i keep up silence long enough if i lie to you with all my courage hiding my heart right in front of you not wanting to ever hand over myself to you do you think its evil? perhaps, yet i am someone who will run as long as chased and still run when left…

one piece.

soft, a piece of thought passing, trickling down memories evoking unknown worlds a thousand times seamlessly swift passing like a wisp of wind rhythmic, endless a state of trance where none other can intrude including your self.

the melt.

drowning in decibels a long tormented soul dancing in a corner with shadows cold while the city ghosts whisper a heart flutters on its own ‘lets melt this snow’ break traces into traces till it all melts into absolute transparence.

tiny and falling…

did you not see those jewels sticking to your window tonight even they seek warmth something small at your doorstep waits and while you breathe it disappears going up in smokes like an unseen miracle…

warm, warm sun.

in the midst of a snow-filled land in the silence of a deserted sky a calm chime rings like a warm ray of sun something fills a dream soft like a baby’s hands like a smile that was worn a first time something serene and sweet lies deep within a place no harm can touch…

stirs me up.

a string hanging so desperately mid-air nothing to hold itself to such suspended feelings i have when i look back those old walls those rusting pillars creepers framing everything, everyone in a mysterious kind of play a theater of delicate thoughts dancing like children so carefree days i left behind whenever i see, i turn…

many things.

we are many things many, many phases of a single moon each special, each a completion of its own, it stays, fades and returns a million specs of dust sparkle as parts of the same sand an expansive space with scattered stars, radiating thin streaks of warmth far, far away they combine and form a…

sweet.

such tender arms hold me still i can’t see you, or hear you i can only feel you blind to your face i know you are there a cozy place for my rusting self close to your chest, i experience a sweet kind of undeserved rest.

plentiful of lines.

colors spreading like a rainbow through the thin crevices of your lines i see a world i see a perspective i have not seen what i see now i am being led to an unknown point from where i fall into the thrill of a flow like state super thin like water’s sheet sparkling like…

scared of butterflies.

shivering hands scared to touch a butterfly that colorful rainbow rising magnificently seems so steep, so stark the mere difference hits my eyes my cowardly shell crumbles in an instant exposed to fears long forgotten.

it always disappears.

once again my canvas is empty the lines fade as soon as they are born in me before i even pick up my brush and drown the thin horse hairs in ink a few ripples evade my song making them muddled and unvoiced they disperse like crystals of water onto a boiling steam and i…