i'm on the brink of devastation, and i wonder if you'll be there, too.

And in the morning

they shook their pillows

violently, hoping

all the dreams they lost

that night would tumble out.

But they didn't realise that

the dreams had settled

on the lashes of their

eyes and added

sparkle to life's

vision.

her breath wilted out like frozen roses, the petals dying underneath the touch of a heartbroken lover whose mind drifted between iced grass blades and snapped stems.

Second hand and second best, the world moves fast but you don't remember me yet.

we dream of tangled and messy forms of incoherent ideas pieced together by the hope and faith that the things that play out in our minds like movies on repeat will transform into a loved reality, circling around our heads like wisps of smoke.

creation at its finest.

She was like snow; beautiful and cold, both at the same time.

i inhaled you like the cloudy smoke of a cigarette. and like the fumes, you were toxic to me, but i couldn't let you go.

hold on, soldier. only a few years left to stand.