broken trust

blinded to all inception.

my friend

my friend,i remember the photograph-wrinkled old days,streaming golden sunlight under white cloudswhere we sat on broken-down benches,staring at the future together. my friend, i remember the fights and the make-ups,the tears and the touch-ups,the fear and the happiness that consumed our lives,i remember everything. my friend,i found your shadow wandering around the district today,lost with

breathe: inhale and exhale

inhale it works just fine,you and me,harmonies that intertwineinto longing melodies. your lovelights up the graywith silver highlightsof dreamy smiles. you taught me color,how to light upthe night skywith bright fireworks. exhale but i am shattered glassall jagged edgespieces of broken,unable to be fixed. and these cuts within megrow deeper by daytill i know the

shattered

shattered glass adornsthe hard linoleum floor,specks of dried red blood.