large panel windows with a view of brick beyond white (pristine, pure) untouched fantasies and compromised realities
draped in sunlight it tastes bitter like unaged marble, freshly cut and hung (on a languid pointe you advance — a graceless ballonné)
there’s a peace to be found in quiescent words dripping in honey sounding across an empty room sinking to the soles of your feet as you dip your toes into discarded symphonies painting them across my heart.
09:46 am. i was looking out a window at a ******* blank wall and this is the **** i come up w smh