I wake up
the weight of the day heavy...

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

Sometimes in the quiet
slither of evening...

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

We were walking
along the edge...

Anger blooming
Behind my eyes...

You said
that you would...

what do you call the
'what ifs...

White tile
white room...

You rose up to
meet me...

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

Tiny pretty things
fall like stars...