Below

And you're still
Giving out
Your amulets
Day by day.
In starvation
Dismay
You are
In
S o l i t u d e.

All Apologies

19 years. Rest in peace, baby. Can't wait to see you again real soon. I love you, I love you, I love you, Kurt, so much. 

Everyone who knows me knows how much I love this man. He will always be my main inspiration, my main muse, my main everything. I love you, Kurt.

RIP

4

April rain is the early
Transition of what was cold
To something gloriously
Pretty.

Obscura

You are the first stormy rain of April,
And there is nothing you can do
About your dazzling disposition.
Reposition.
You are the winter walks on the moon,
And I am the summertime smog
Drifting in the mid July air.
Prepare.
You are the frosty blue lagoon,
And your skin is as fair as the shoreline clues
Breezing through my midnight cruise.
Infuse.

Slither

Isolating wounds from the vultures.
You are peculiar,
And your timeless cosmogony was the reason I shifted my sight from the barren moon to the intolerable sun.

You could destroy this torn ulna ten million times,
And the wounds would be my lifetime mark.
The atmosphere, my sign.

Time is still an inconsiderable myth from the early borns.
Its static nature has brought wrath to the empires of the seas.

We are indifferent,
We dwell on phosphenes, and the moon beams.
In the absence of light, and in the coldness of fright.

"I am the ancestor of the future. I am the future of the ancestor."