Nov 2017
It’s early in the morning the sun dimly white, thin air on the Taiyuan rooftops. Frozen thoughts swim to the dry banks of the River Fen, locked and clattered in the same broken run.
Why did you stay, but not forever? A constant companion sang the cat. A perfect octave in a moment of intervals, between margins of half-heard music and the last light of unclear whispers.
I’ve been wounded in so many nights, a hallmark of all the hidden places. Like a sleepless boy who hates his bed, something of this slow fading is impossible to forget.
From my window I can see clouds breaking the morning - turning to see your shy-flushed face, that carries the shreds of a dream that I can't remember. Delicate spaces between us - I love you.
Why did you stay, but not forever? A constant companion sang the cat. A perfect octave in a moment of intervals, between margins of half-heard music and the last light of unclear whispers.
I’ve been wounded in so many nights, a hallmark of all the hidden places. Like a sleepless boy who hates his bed, something of this slow fading is impossible to forget.
From my window I can see clouds breaking the morning - turning to see your shy-flushed face, that carries the shreds of a dream that I can't remember. Delicate spaces between us - I love you.
