autumn

my breath comes out like mist, disappearing before my fingers.

time

we would never exist as we do now without our past mistakes.

past year

this past year flew by without a breath to waste.

corpse

just because i breathe doesn’t mean i am alive.

missing

is there a reason why my heart beats? is there a reason why my lungs continue to draw breath? the air that keeps me alive,the blood that flows through my veins,nothing is enough to fill the space within me,an empty vacuum of nothingthat used to be something that used to be everything but my soul

goodbye

inevitable – the ending of all endings – breath flutters goodbye

finite

the finite breath of life extinguishes when the rainbow arcs across the sky.