the dream by S.W. ⁠ ⁠ I was tired of wanting, ⁠ it was a moment where holding myself up⁠ required a concentration⁠ superseding cement. ⁠ ⁠ "Try as you wish, ⁠ but until you surrender, ⁠ the heaviness will swallow you whole." ⁠ ⁠ Photo Credi
trying not to move by S.W. ⁠ ⁠ I thought about staying consistent⁠ until her darting eyes said otherwise. ⁠ It was movement within staring⁠ it was falling apart by standing in light. ⁠ ⁠ Never again were the words⁠ ever said quite quaintly. ⁠ So we r
Tiny, timidly and all the softness of sheets, ⁠ I coward away within moments forgotten. ⁠ Echoing laughter from the other room⁠ and a summertime warmth at sundown-⁠ ⁠ all the feelings were circling around ⁠ a room of souls overflowing with a presence
She was sundays ⁠ and didn't even know it. ⁠ ⁠ ⁠ Photo Credit: wit and delight
There was a convincing within the wine, ⁠ that if I closed my eyes tight enough⁠ my body would be forced to implode⁠ into an existence of dreams. ⁠ ⁠ There in the quiet of truth⁠ a smile would cover my face.⁠ ⁠ Because it finally happened. ⁠ Because
Reaching I was somewhat reaching ⁠ there in in the distance, ⁠ right about the horizon. ⁠ Or was it the exposed beam above our heads?⁠ ⁠ Muscles tightened as the room shifted into a knowing ⁠ neither one of us wanted to explain. ⁠ ⁠ a silence by S.W.
Cue the lights and the orbs of magic. ⁠ The action deemed impossible ⁠ levitate through the floor tiles⁠ and now dances in the air. ⁠ ⁠ We mistaken the fireflies for flickerings⁠ or static shocks within the dried air. ⁠ ⁠ party invitation by S.W.⁠ ⁠
Sand or snow, ⁠ she exfoliated thoughts in lips.⁠ I tried to see where her eyes went, ⁠ yet the space between our minds engulfed all possibility. ⁠ ⁠ There was music, ⁠ but the notes wrapped around ⁠ my words⁠ before they would speak. ⁠ ⁠ It was a si
It was snowing that morning.⁠ The way it fell was⁠ a feeling of being home; ⁠ a tangle dampness in the air. ⁠ ⁠ I put my hand out ⁠ to catch the snowflakes⁠ as they dazzled, danced⁠ to the ground. ⁠ ⁠ I tried to catch them, ⁠ but they would not give
Under by S.W.⁠ ⁠ Drowning felt more like breathing, ⁠ the air clenched tighter around a focus⁠ nowhere near what it means to be alive. ⁠ ⁠ Calm within tides and pulling against invisibility⁠ she kept score against the wide. ⁠ Where did she pull? How
It's happening again by S.W.⁠ ⁠ It’s time-sensitive, if not desperation.⁠ Here, the dragon stands behind its claws⁠ , a fiery breath only destined to burn out into the smoke. ⁠ ⁠ Exhausted but not tired, ⁠ we were running against the sun’
Far by S.W. ⁠ ⁠ Following her stare as if knotted by string, ⁠ the evening took us away with colors, ⁠ thinking, ⁠ dreading a morning to come.⁠ ⁠ She was untouchable again.⁠ ⁠ Just a breath away, ⁠ yet miles distant from any words that would be said,
Roots by S.W.⁠ ⁠ Tempted and nearing a clearing of sorts, ⁠ The shade of leaves had a crisp, unlike before. ⁠ A tender, bright crunch supported under every step. ⁠ ⁠ “How are we here again?” ⁠ She asked the trees. ⁠ Everchanging yet never
I of eyes by S.W.⁠ ⁠ I had eyes once; they felt more than I could see. ⁠ They knew more than what I saw.⁠ Now, images are echoes in the ripples of blinks. ⁠ ⁠ It wasn’t anything more than- ⁠ a time, a feeling, words spoken ⁠ and the way lips we
All the same by S.W.⁠ ⁠ Where did the light go?⁠ I lost it somewhere ⁠ within the forgotten ⁠ moments of youth.⁠ ⁠ “Is this what it means to grow up?”⁠ ⁠ I thought while my knees buckled ⁠ and a fear of falling ⁠ drooped over my left sho
all the same by S.W.⁠ ⁠ Where did the light go?⁠ I lost it somewhere ⁠ within the forgotten ⁠ moments of youth.⁠ ⁠ “Is this what it means to grow up?”⁠ ⁠ I thought while my knees buckled ⁠ and a fear of falling ⁠ drooped over my left sho