My tunes hung out like a sigh frozen mid air. Unfinished thoughts above my head, words too bizarre to be spoken with a free will.

I had lived in places and bones before, where I never belonged truly.

Countless nights spent against imprints of what I believed to be love. Night after night looking for the one thing that could spark.

In a city burning, like fire acquainted to flames, I am acquainted to flames, my insides felt like died down ashes.
For a chest in constant ache, who could have thought to experience love in the form of long pale blonde hair and dark eyes, burning like depths of coal.

She felt like stardust against my lips and whispered ‘angel’ into my naked skin. She slipped compliments like secret letters, a pile of waves that seemed to drown my ships.

-a sweet goddess I adore, her skin is paradise against mine

In the land of a distant country,
I am forgetting ways of learning.

The air holds the silence as a lover loving,
In which the past is a nighttime isolated story,
The future in an amiss,
And the present like a stranger,
Never quite right.

The weather feels tight around my skin,
As the sun and the moon break my heart,
The winds blows my unshed tears away,
To somewhere-
Where one day,
My name would spill.