There is a beauty in the confusion… A white blank mess drawn into you With eyes like the sky liquefied In a pool of blue Small whispers of a certain call

With shaking hands she reached Deep inside her dying Soul —a wooden thing— Within that whole And there she found

The shadows on my wall remind me o… The sleepless days without any end And those images of you soft In wait, for ship to meet your doc… How your hair falls from one shoul…

There are secrets that I’ve kept… deep inside. Comments withheld for the sake of sharing. Overwhelming feelings of inconsist…

Her eyes soft and blue like waters of eternal youth, and life and truth