We’re all just waiting to be found but before anyone gets the chance, we’ve gone and hid in another layer of ourselves.

I stopped looking for comfort in people when I realized I'd still have homes to come back inside of me, and I feel safe in my chaos.

These breaths
are but thorns
in my neck.

Your eyes hold
stormy seas of longing, sorrow
and I have the taste for drowning

I wonder what a smile of yours would taste like, if I could eat it.

ribbons of sunrise
I watch the sky
unwrap herself.

drive your heart
to command fire,for rides.
water will robe you
as Winter comes
so cast yourself an offering
that the wind can catch and burn.

Send me  your thoughts,
enveloped in a sigh.

The path behind is twisted, the path ahead unknown.

glancing beyond bare branches
to landscapes previously unseen.

Take this life instead Large enough for All those bullets.

This lamp that burns within letting me burn the grief, agony, confusion & bitterness before returning to the steady light that illumines.

The earth,
More barren
Without little footsteps.

Black can be defined as the exhaustive combination of multiple colors. In our darkness lies the spectrum of hope.

why do I listen
to the constant quietness 
of unearthliness ?

footsteps erased by tides
never forgotten
their memory held
in the grains of sand, eternally.

Drape me in your words
then proceed
to read me.

Your words
are woven silk
clothing my naked soul.