I feel like I just don't belong
like I'm doing something wrong...
A fortitude of futile fumblings
serene seraphs of serendipity...
The seventh of December
In Nineteen Forty-one...
My thoughts
are like bubbles restlessly...
I once sat in the dark in my parents' basement and...
of nebulae...
This afternoon
I could...
Glistening morning wakes me up
soft breezes touches my skin...
-*Written for a Contest.*-
As much as I want to be loved by you...
A silent voyeur that lingers through the streets...
With only unlit eyes to survey the damaged sheets...
Let the wind soothe me,
sweep away all my mortal encumbrances...
Upon your mossy banks I lay
As dawn gave birth to piercing day...
The Past...
Always creeps on you...