With strength, perseverance and faith
Dark tunnels become paths of light.



Shell ✨🐚

Grey skies
flying moor
storm in a teacup
gas cell 4
the clock hands are matchsticks
...
The letting go of everything
in hopes of trimming the airship
this seat is no longer taken
...
In love with a bad idea
the zeppelin and the magnetism
closing in beyond the minimum safe distance
...
Dim blue flame
a psalm of survival:
days and peoples and places
are transatlantic numbers
crawling from the wreckage
the clock hands are matchsticks

I feel like spitting pain on the paper
But I’ve run out of ink

Why bother ….
Why …..
      …….

So if your always the one to start a conversation
And if you don’t
They don’t
So I guess that means they don’t want to talk to you
So best leave it
Just don’t bother
Because always being the one
Is a little exhausting
And if they don’t want to talk to you
Why would you make them
So you sit all alone
Wondering ……
Wondering why …..
wondering why bother …..
……… just this …….