she sings...

the one time that this paper felt flat

the pen scoring with dying ink

a sign that i should set and rest

ive watched...

sky lifts yet no clouds form...

gaze, love, fall

hands escape or just grasp out of reach

ive turned my head and blinked

hoping for something left.....an opening to....

the other side of your big look talks to me and i watch

letters fell like leaves.....letters just wanting us to spell big words

we can couple them into a series of time but its meaning might hover a true history

story or just filler....i see the silence in you and i want all of it...

stillness is the beginning to settling...


how restful...

she sings...