I twirled
and twirled...

... like a blanket
made from cotton...

We were walking
along the edge...

Somehow
in the silence...

Sometimes in the quiet
slither of evening...

I look into the sky
and watch the night-rain fall...

You rose up to
meet me...

White tile
white room...

what do you call the
'what ifs...

I thought I was
safe...

Tiny pretty things
fall like stars...

The wind whirls and grey
spirals twist my pupils...