Time folded on top of itself.
I see you in the edges of this kaleidoscope of string. I am never looking directly at you.
You exist in the spaces where light reflects in a different direction.
I have seen you in memories you were never a part of,
You, the ghost,
You, the peregrine I watch wistfully from a window.
I will tuck you in the vast expanses of forever hiding beneath the tides.
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 10:51 PM UTC
Your fingertips trace over my hands like they're words you want to memorize.
Skimming over the veins,
can you feel the hum-drum-thrum of my hummingbird heartbeat?
If I unravel into you I could crack like so much porcelain.
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 11:54 PM UTC