Adults warned us about time, but we danced wildly

while the orchestra of youth was still vibrant.

Grip tape on the skateboard was fresh.

Grass stains on denim were a welcoming mess.

Warmth of the kitchen stove inside was nourishing.

Choking laughter was flourishing.

The alarm in the morning was a soothing maternal touch.

Missing sleep didn’t matter all that much.

Well, the ren...

i imagine this is what cold felt like.

alone. searching. deseperate.

a vague remembrance of who I was;

who We were,

what was supposed to be.

what could have been.

ripped away from you and

now, i wander

infinitely and aimlessly.

i wander

searching

longing for

you.

will you find me- will i find You?

to feel again

please

to hold my hand,

embrace,

slow dance eternally

...

The leaves never moved

never crunched,

never rustled

as they violently circled,

thrashing amongst

The barren trees.

As still as a portrait, I stood

watched

frozen, as if

the blood inside

of me halted within,

petrified that even the rushing

arterial pumping

would trigger them.

Blurry, furious shadows that had no

physical figure to cast from.

I was still.

They were not.

All at o...