Eyes glittering at the sight of Shells, as mighty as the stars in our 3rd grade's drawing books.

Today I bought a cigarette.

Saturated with the smell of Autumn evenings, Dry friction and pristine heartbreaks, Of love at fall.

I turn my face So that she can't see the red Reaching the tips of my burning skin, my ears

I’d heard those who leave Make the night sky brighter for you So I float in invisible wind strings To get closer to my heart.

Empty promises never were so life-like; Flying dreams were.

My idle afternoon reeks of creative drought. I paint rainbows in my head while my canvas remains blank...

So what would he fall into? He'd really just make a mess In life, they'll ask you "Where to?" Want to go? No one cares less

There is a part of me hiding behind that creaking wooden door. The door creaks louder when it rains, a pale white mould growing in its belly