Thus,
whispered an hourglass in my ears...
It is not a place I dream about,
Never had any desire to go...
A
month of...
Summer fails me often
as pastels blend with...
As missiles fly, across the sky
I hear her sobbing, broken cry...
The smell of pancakes in the morning
Humming in the kitchen...
I shouldn't react, yet I do!
I should feel no pain, yet I do...
It's a new year, so
let's celebrate...
Your words,
when they came as whispers...
The new year is coming
the old one is out...
The clouds only wish they could
float as high as me...
"You have to burn in order to shine"
_ this was a burning moth susurrating...