a little past 3:00 am
when ghosts start...

The feathers within my palms
were gray, before they rapidly...

There she was, trudging over blurred thoughts,
heaving patience to a higher level...

This world we both live in is wider than our...
You taught me how to write a tribute to flowers...

Clouds
embrace...

Capsuled emotions
dissolve in an ocean of...

Fostered emotions
escaped...

where the dark perches - upon streetlamps
of alleyways and corners, the monotony of...

i don’t believe in happy ending;
i saw despair in your eyes...

dreams dip
in soft waters...

Although the sky
had rejected her...

She sat on the edge
of the frame...