The clouds only wish they could
float as high as me...
Even my blankest
pages speak...
Nights are no longer
synonymous with...
You are cedarwood and vanilla
sparsely thriving in my...
I danced with the devil
not knowing it was...
You caught me unaware-
lured me in with your honey-dipped...
She is a frosty breath of air
on a crisp winter...
Have we been broadcasting live
this entire time...
You spoke as though you held
the moon hostage between...
How many more
nights...
Amaranth grows eagerly
throughout my...
When I was blind
I thought she was a map...