Thus, whispered an hourglass in my ears:
No rock would ever survive the onslaught of time...
She gathers her colored
pencils and shades in the...
Blue in colour with a hint of red
one calming, one inviting...
My eyelids felt heavy
as they slowly...
Every night, her
nostrils search for...
You'd think after drowning repeatedly
that eventually I'd learn...
if you climb silently into my skin
on a cold windy night...
So I've had to buy some spectacles
For I've been struggling with how I see...
Our hearts yearn for you
My soul is crying out...
Ink stains drip from my hands
as shadows dance upon the window sill...
Time did find wings
and catching up made impossible...
Somewhere amongst the
scattered commas...