Sunny day outside the smoky room

I sit up on the bed amid a sea of skeletons there’s smoke in the air that blurs vision and the sunlight hides behind smelly old curtains I’ve been feeling like a a blank canvas and that was ok; it was better not to feel than to feel the door’s shut from outside, blocking allContinue reading “Sunny day outside the smoky room”

The constellation traveler

You fly away, you slip away You hide in mirrors and evening stars Their reflections show, who you are In colors, and winds, and in the arts You’re magic man You lure delight From dawn ’till dusk Day and night You swim in veins Like stormy tides There’s more to you Than anything here YouContinue reading “The constellation traveler”