when my father left my body in the living room floor, my mind followed him into the darkness. i hid under the cracks beneath the doors, i swallowed my pride and split my understanding in half. to this day, i always try to find the other half of my understanding beneath the doors of empty rooms.

2. i saw your smile in a reflection of the moon in mud puddle. beauty can be reflected into the saddest, most seemingly vile things.

3. my apologies are endless, i suffer from being mistakenly unforgiven. i whisper my apologies underneath doors to empty rooms sometimes.

4. we broke our hearts and set them all apart, shadows, unspoken, never understood, never repaired. open armed, empty handed, left rusted instead of the golden color we began with.

5. there will always be a chill in the air from now on, even on the hottest of days.

6. goodbye begins, but nothing ever really ends. everything lives on somewhere. everything is intertwined, even newborns and wine.

7. cracks beneath doors.

8. apologies.

9. pine needles.

10. goodbye.