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, …

House of Glass

Night fall after night fall, I call out your name, It echoes against my lips, Reverberating in my every breath.   But then it ruptures into this cloak of shivering white that I wear, Depleting into this film of delicate nothingness, Only to be held permanently in these crevices of my pale skin.   I stand, bruised …

Beyond infinity.

I have always known you by your absence. But isn't that what infinity portrays: a profound absence? It is completely limitless and boundless  but that doesn't stop it from being present. Similarly, you might be far away, I might not see you with every dawn that drives the darkness away but that certainly does not …