In the Wreckage

This road is dark and rife with faults, the cracks spreading clockwise and backwards, mixing time with doubt. You walk alone amongst shards of memory and glimpse your reflection in the wreckage while I bask in overgrown sunlight dotted with decay, and I wonder who’s more broken– the girl who can’t move forward or the […]

Colors

Blonde fields burnished red in the evening sun, spindly tree branches stretch out and creak like old men’s bones, and why does everything seem so beautiful from far away? Mountains look like paintings and people like perfection. We can reach out and almost grasp the beauty, the unreality, the imagined happiness trapped inside the fresco […]