Sleep I suppose should happen soon.
I hope I'll be able to wake before noon...

Prison gates:
Walls built 20 stories toward the sky...

A weight has just been lifted.
a feather floating softly, now...

Strategic ships,
Sunkissed sails...

As the vectors point
Daringly...

Butterfly Wings
I type away on the keys to my laptop keyboard...

Icy chills and red hot thrills
My hands shiver from your glance...

Like peering through the lens glossed over with...
Rusted, metal, corroded, but unstoppable gears...

It's not my place.
I can't help but fume...

A goldfish swimming frantically
circles...

Curled up,
crying silently...

Minuscule diamonds shatter across
the trodden soil, shimmering...