Shatter my silence within the four walls of mind,
For sepia images of you have become intertwined...
I have
forgotten about you lately...
To the sun, I apologize;
for the moon, has my heart...
Crashing waves torment wires interlocked with...
As sparking jolts sizzle heart strings into acidic...
There seems to be
no remedy...
Your rosary rests on my chest
like it's praying for me, like it's...
I am a fan of darkness,
his lips seem to beckon desire...
"Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief"...
--For Nor.
She braids my hair...
It was only when I
rested a teacup...
When you write of
- pure silence...
All that was
likened to an orchid...