fall in love with someone
who treats your scars
like birthmarks

you say you’re not a poet but
with a girl like that,
how could you speak
anything less than
the stars?
-a.c.b

Some nights, The only source of light can't be seen.

days are getting longer
colors, warm and bright
as flowers bloom,
I wonder
Is it spring outside

sweat and tastes of icecream
sunlight in my back
burning nights and feverish dreams
it's summer in my flat

rain and whirling, falling leafes
tea and halloween
wandering birds and deepest grieve
it's autum so it seems

damping breath and snow
scarfs and woolen coats
powdered, white wonderworld
and winter's shadows grow