this invisible monster is strong and i'm stronger,
but right now i'm just tired

your
shallow soul
folds
like linen
into my
empty pockets

This,
I can always
count on

Sometimes,
in the fall of deep
silent despair
When,
there's nothin left
but prayer
Time builds a staircase,
out of nowhere

With it's every step
brings closer, the clarity
of sound mind

"Grab what's left of the light"
she mutters while intertwining
her fingers into his

Sweet and gentle are his eyes
lost in a vulnerable gaze

Watching him ponder
the madness of a memory
he could not make sense of

Tunneling blackness, no words,
deep thought

Waving the moths away....