**Even the ash went still**

**Even it listened**

**Like it didn't know **

**Little did I know,**

**It always knew **

**It just wouldn't tell **...

The ash clung to my paws like frost, but it bit like regret. I was somewhere I’d never been. It smelled like a woodland that I had never stepped foot in, yet still I remembered it in scent, in nose, in memory that doesn't belong to me. Still, I remembered what I don't know.

And still I ran.

I ran from the silence that had teeth. I breathed in the ash until I was dizzy. It spoke to me in the sile...

The silent myths turned

To spoken stories

And I ran

Ran til’ moonlight turned to black

And black turned to ash....

Your time is up.

Better run!

Is what I heard in a hush

And so, naturally, I ran,

But never once did I know

What I was running from

And never once did I know

If I could outrun it....

The sun came first,

It flew to the sky boldly,

And warmed the breath of salt,

When I paused and listened,

The tides ripped in silence,

But the canopies screamed,

I bring to you the fallen,

The sun-kissed beauties,

And the ones who hung in the salt-washed sky....

“Remember the last time you tried something new?” the wind seemed to whisper like a ghost. Bear, as he called himself, did not remember life before that mistake. He only knew this—the heat of the sun, the constant wait, the love he deserved but never got.

The memory of his mistake drifted in his mind, vivid and poignant like smoke in the breeze. He did remember. How could he forget? The day had st...

So soft and sour

With whispers that run like feet

Fire is a word both beautiful and deadly

And it’s one that you deserve

You were a smile that lasted too long

The sunlight that cuts your eyes too sharp

If only you took the pain as pleasure

And the pleasure as pain

You took too much

I regret you

Though I don’t apologize

Because I see you as a fire

Truely torturing yet tentative...