there comes a time


we all just rush past

hasty hand wave


we are lost

we are lost and unaware

of our deathly surroundings

i pick up a pen to let it do the talking

some semblance of life reforms

to trail me back home

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natural breath

layers break like waves shorn away, enticed by the coast revealing the calm beneath brief moments of breath before another surface rises another hidden level touches sunlight until never changing neve

again, please

taken she stumbles glowing ever softly candlelight never to be snuffed out she bows humbly to the chance to relive the dawn


mistified the hollow wears a cloak of soft fabric a velvet veil of stardust settled hovering amidst earthly form hush a whisper carries brilliantly through the fog time is here we are now we have begu