Monochromatic walls slowly regain their pigment in the early morning glow. You slumber still, a peaceful state unbroken by any worldly distractions. As the rising light
Through the branches, outstretched, like glittering gold in a sifting pan; their effervescence forever etched upon the sky where light began. Like glittering gold in a sifting pan,
She waits under cover of darkness, undeserving of the sun’s luster. Her form that of a withering carcass, No will remains to muster. Undeserving of the sun’s luster,
Don’t forget to step lightly, as you sneak in silence down the stairs. Past the family photos- pieces of our lives frozen on the wall. Don’t forget to turn off the