Linked heartfelt breaths of wonderment,
hold onto depth and I,
I lost bites of perfect sight.
Gray blind skies hate heights,
but I won't flutter timelessly,
I'll sink for you.
Cloth dispersing like ashes with water,
leave my memories with an abyss of patches,
my happiness hides the right to blink and take flight.
Skies play along as endless pockets of summers web,
with its wind lovely and emptier than the glitches of glass shards.
I'll rip my skins cavity for you.