start

in this pause, we collect ourselves again.

00:00

The clock’s hands arrive at 00:00.

time (slow)

the time moves like quicksand.

macabre

the macabre follows us home, to our sleep.

sixteen, almost seventeen

alive for sixteen, almost seventeen years.

dreams

i am lost, walking in a dream that doesn’t exist.

living with changes

maybe i can live with changes.

lilies

the white lilies dream of eternal darkness.

wrinkles

when wrinkles deepen, your smiles last longer.

finite

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