a window of time:
wind sneaks in from behind like -
her breath on his neck.

the night is darkest
before the dawn
but I can still see
the breath
expelled from my lungs

Please take time to do nothing.

They say I'm inspiring
Because I'm strong
But what did I do that was so strong
Other than take another breath
In my hardest moments
By that metric we're all surrounded by giants
Walking monuments, a testimonial that we saw our worst days and made it out the other side

I am seeing everything, and I am made of dust,
My memories are fading like rust.
My hands shed from my skin to the sides of my eyes.
I try to stop myself from slipping.
But I can’t.

We’re still falling, and we’re all spinning,
Together like a marble in the dark,
Finding comfort in the emptiness between our hearts.

Some of us are gods, crafting life on this earth,
All breeding as easily as we breathe.
Breathing like newborns.
How many breaths in a lifetime?
Each one a moment floating away.

Some believe books hold boundless answers,
But now we face more questions
Than our ancestors could ever answer.

So through the chaos and confusion,
We must seek true connection.
And though some answers elude us,
We must keep moving forward.

Love me for the first time.
Baby.

Love me like.
It's the last breath you'll breathe.

Keep me in your pocket.
So you never lose sight,
Of me.

Don't know what I'd do.
Without you.

Maybe I'd be lost.
Trapped in my fears.
Left broken in tears.

Love me like the first time.
Baby.

Love me like you'll never leave.
I only see myself through you.

You made me believe.
In a different dream.

So love me like the first time.
Never let it go.
Never let it die.

Just hold me like it's the last time.

I see cloak of winter
wrapped in foggs of our sighs,
in between hopes,
in between lies,
out of warmth,
out of cries.

Fortune tells winter-
Tomorrow if  I
wishfully might die,
winter is cold, winter is blind.

Suffocating beneath a tidal wave of feelings —
struggling to stay afloat, gasping for breath.

My lungs are heavy filled with so much water;
I may swallow my pride — but I can't hold
these tears anymore in my chest.