Unwavering waves.

The waves come and go, Underneath your feat. The sand intermingles with your fears, It besmears the surface, But refines the insides. Painting it a weary white, A naked bleakness, Flourishing to become certain hues, Fresh and alive. That is when hands are held, And tears are shed. That is when happiness and misery Is …

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Unstable patterns.

By the window, You stand, Engulfed in a sincere trance. Your thoughts, Bearing beauty more profound, Than those eyes can withhold, More profound, Than I can happen to brace. Your eyes, Piercing an unexplored territory inside me, The vast wilderness, Existing between the frail possibility Of our being and not being. Looking through your soul, …

A night, so deceased.

Rules, Baseless standards, Claiming to set free, A soul stranded between mordant heights. Their highs defining her lows, And her lows their highs, A recipe for disaster, A masterpiece screaming conflict. Contradicting visions, Bisecting parallel lines, Reducing to dust, A conceited attempt at unison, A hypocritical compromise. Walking on shards again, Reaching out, Towards a …

Lucid Absence.

Your shadow lingers in the distance, Separated by a veil, So massively thick, So vividly opaque. Thirsty eyes, Craving for a glimpse, Of ethereal absurdity, Anything at all, except for a dryness that razes, Corroding through an innocence so delicate, So fragile. Existing in the presence of an absence so lucid, In between insignificant echoes, …