Jasmine, I am
the scent of your
unfulfilled dreams.
You peek through
a quiet curtain.
presence,
formless truth.
Empty roads
crossroads
you fill me in, heavy
heady substance.
Colour me in
with your weight,
and all four dimensions
collapse into one
point in space.
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 3:21 PM UTC
Jasmine, I am
the scent of your
unfulfilled dreams.
You peek through
a quiet curtain.
presence,
formless truth.
Empty roads
crossroads
you fill me in, heavy
heady substance.
Colour me in
with your weight,
and all four dimensions
collapse into one
point in space.
