I can't remember arriving to work because I wasn't paying attention. I know the road far too well to plan it to perfection. I don't know the date, but it's been 52 weeks of reflection. My existence in the hands of this world. I felt it when I left High School, who am I …
My veins are blue and connected in every single nerve and my heart pulses to the rhythm of my breath. My skin is white and my blood is red, just like you, one in the same. But I sit in the corner, the wild observer of the night. The one who listens instead of speaks. …
I never met you before, but I looked at you through the glass several times a year. You had eyes like the sky at twelve o'clock and a smile that could light up this whole town. I never met you before, but I could tell by the way your shoulders were strong and your back …
Is all we seem but a dream within a dream? I wake, shivering with sweat. The sun has not risen yet and the night is still. It’s raining outside and I look to my window. The rain is upside down in this world in the sky, in the clouds, in the trees. They're not trees, …
It burns. And I shower to make it stop but all I can think about is the touch of his skin against mine. Why, why, why does my body ache under the weight of the water? Will I ever feel clean again, the fragile hair on my arm sticks up against the cool night air …
