one glance
thrown
one heart
gone
insane

one word
said
one beat
heard
aloud

heartbeat
is not
supposed
to be this loud
is it?

you are
the ocean
that has
layers of
deepness
but how
do i swim
if i fear
of
drowning?

your eyes are
jarring thunder
angry hurricane
blazing fire
steaming water
one look
and i
d i s i n t e g r a t e d

I want to softly whisper
incomplete poems
on your collar bones
that don't rhyme with anything
but your heavy breathing.

I want to bury my face
in the curves of your neck
because you smell like the winter clouds
and I've been gazing at the sky
since you left.

"at that point, i don't really know what i felt. it was not invisibility nor visibility. i felt like i was floating in the unnoticeable, kind of there, kind of not there fog. Fog is clouds that were supposed to be up high and exalted, but somehow they are brought down. Fog is unreasonable, with no practicality and almost good for nothing. i guess that's what i was too."
-(midnight narrations in October)

there was a boy
in the horizon
so bright
as if riding
the sun

there was a boy
in the horizon
standing with
whom he called
angel

there was a boy
in the horizon
oh helios,
he was
steaming

there was a boy
in the horizon
shining too bright
compared to my
dim light

you are wonderful
with eyes b r i g h t
and l i p s full
and sharp j a w l i n e s
i am just
m e