you shall see anon
what hath befallen
upon which i would fain prove so
the false pretense
of which my visage fares  
(or not)

so, mark -
i will only say this once
whatever vestige of hope present
so haply prompt;
take ahold and
let prosper

I ache so much right now. Curious longing to unload the weight from your heavy heart. Take my hand. Lead me through the workings of your naked core. Let guilty flowers blossom and grow between the cracks in our reality. I hunger of words missing, lost over timed silence. Cautiously I wish to know the carousel of thoughts that spin in your curious mind. Wanting so much right now to feel the distant beat of your heart. To briefly steal what is not mine.

i am not a morning person but i marvel in its catharsis. be it getting up early or going home late, the eerie quiet of dawn creeps into your soul and under your skin sending chills down your spine, just enough to irk you to no end. the lack of noise from the hustle and bustle of city life calms my entire being and there is that elusive sense of safety but yet not entirely so. it’s as if breathing in the six a.m. air is as effective as my morning dose of coffee - energising and invigorating.



i am most definitely not a morning person, but i’d very much like to be.

She is an open book...
In Quantum Physics
Written in Chinese