I can only spend do much time trying to see the world through your eyes.
These words,
twist from her shallow breath around her fingers.
The mark the world left on her,
she tries to recreate over and over again.
We posses little power in this world, but what we do, is strong.
She holds he hands out to the world wearing her scars,
cupping the next moment like it’s her next breath.
She does this out of necessity.
Her heart beat fills the silence.
She drains the gold from the sky with quiet clicks.
She catches lost words off of the wind, and captures them through her own.