The room is quiet,
but the silence is louder.
Shadows stretch along the walls,
cold and still.

I sit alone,
hearing nothing
but the soft echo
of my own heart.
No voices.
No warmth.
Just me…
and the quiet.

Your touch —
a spark against my skin,
setting fire to every breath.

Your eyes,
dark and deep,
pull me closer,
like the ocean calls the tide.

I crave you —
every glance,
every whisper,
every heartbeat.

You are the storm
I long to get lost in,
wild and endless…
Mine.

The sweetest love
Can melt the heart
It moves the soul.
It leaves a trace
A warm feeling
A beautiful glow

Peace and love
make sparkling life,
behind a thundering night
spark of white light,
you and I become
what we can see beyond
stars and bright shining eyes.

A blush from the nights sky,
waning orchids wilting on the riverside.
All that rushes in the chaos.

Swirl and churn.

Laughter consuming
all that may breach
your heart.

True benevolence oozes,
as all that cherish a still day
feign bliss.

Hollow truths reign supreme.

To cry with the clouds,
to be misunderstood with the clouds.
collapse in pursuit of waking dreams.

Idle and observe paralysis.