Someone said that we all bleed red.

But I know better.

I know the difference between those born with a lot and those who are not.

I thought of how beautiful the lines in the skin of your hands are

Criss-crossing and running

I trace them in my head as they wrap around my heart

Black sky, the sun is on the other side

Four walls, a single bulb spreading pale light

Pages, filled with words of heart and soul

Twisting through the air, just out of reach

All that is felt, the absence of heat

Unquiet mind

I can't find the silence inside

I wonder what it would be like if gravity released it's hold on me.

And I just floated into space, traversing the cosmos.

Until I die.

That wouldn't be so bad.

I can see the cracks on the inside of my porcelain mask





and they want my teeth to show

We haven't met yet, but...

I will tell you about the throne, blade, and tower. Those, that keep me company and safe when I feel like stepping off of the Earth, all black and cool. But also... likely an imminent doom.
And then, of the coral crown and silver sail–which I strive for. Maybe they will come in another life. Maybe... a dream.
Lastly, there is a realm. A small one, and fairly new. Covered in perpetual fog and colored a sepia hue. So far, it is only kept for those passing through.

It's all... lonely, despite how I may talk about these things. They're all reflections of me.

Don't worry though–you'll know this.