The sky is beneath me now.

Clouds float underfoot

Like soft lies i once believed in.

The grounds has vanished

Or maybe it just stopped waiting.

I walk on ceilings

Where light fixtures blink like broken stars.

Rooms spin,

Memories fall out of drawers i never opened.

Names drip from the walls

And none of them are mine.

They say things feel wrong

When you’re not grounded.

But i was never grounde...

She walked where silence bloomed,

Beneath a sky that forgot it’s name.

The air was stitched with whispers,

Soft as breath on glass.

Red crowned the trees

Not with fruit,

But with memory.

Each blossom pulsed

Like a heart remembering pain.

She wore the same color,

Not as armor,

But as apology.

For what, she didn’t know

Only that forest did.

The path was not straight,

Nor kind,

But it welcomed ...

He was the sun through stained glass

Never arriving whole, only in colors.

He was a book abandoned in the rain. Words smudged, pages swollen, spine aching.

They met somewhere between a sigh and a song,

In a room no one remembered building.

He never asked her name.

She never asked why he limped when he laughed.

Instead, they traded shadows.

She gave him a storm in a jar.

He gave her a clock with...