Temporal

He awoke just in time to catch the ocean at sunrise. He spied the moon still out beyond curfew tiptoeing in sleek oleander, glistening outside the landscape of dreams.

Innocent

A naive sheep entering a slaughterhouse and expecting to come out alive. Even more naive is man expecting similar result after stepping upon love.

Autobiography

It’s often overlooked, but absolutely nothing survives the inevitable marching of time. History is just a flimsy sandcastle built on the shore of our universe, and when the tide comes in, not one single name, or memory will remain. Everything will be swept away and return from where it came from...

Devoid

He craves a her

that no longer exists,

loving someone that

haunts his dreams

but in reality,

left him long ago.

The two that remain

are just strangers

and nothing more...

Ritual

I'd love to sit on a rooftop with you as we watch a thunderstorm roll in the distance, my hand in yours. As the world rages around us, we experience it from above. We exist in that moment and that moment only for the rest of time. That would be quite nice while we exist in these human forms.

Summertime

fireworks, sidewalk chalk, fresh watermelon, the smell of chlorine, classic novels well-worn, rainbows in soap bubbles, ferns in hanging baskets, cloud watching, wet hair drying, porch swings, limbs heavy with exhaustion, honey-suckle evenings.