‌
  the sea opens

& my crimson chamber
Became alive for a while
Brick walls became clay
And stretched their hands,
Multiple hands
Towards
You
Like You did
Desperately, Dazedly
In mirror pits
Towards me,
Towards us
& Fingers moved towards each
Other
in mirror halls

But can hands,
Can fingers
Seize the water?
Well, they tried
Like summer times
Weave shades
with scents
Ivory-hued



And to think i haven't tasted
A sweet rest
For over half a year

and now i drift sleep with
Heavy sighs
In place of breaths
& peace is
more than forgotten


Being immortal is a curse without a doubt.
‌
 & the sea closes