I'm not ashamed to find solace
in the melancholy.
I'd be willing to bet
that sadness
is a more prominent commonality
than smiling.

I can't find **** thing wrong with that.

There's a certain truth found in tears
that can't be derived from
a pair of curved lips.

A feather floating to the floor—
we hit the ground without
so much as a sound;

an unspoken beautiful blue.