and the moment’s gone, not before unleashing its ephemeral beauty.
Category: wasteland
looking.

when does the divine appear?
do you fear what is known?
deep breaths.

maybe, it gets better.
a meandering romance.
the night may be cold, but someone is calling.
a constellation

there is eternity within us.
at the edge of existence

the truth is some sort of odd ecstasy.
unkept & untidy.

the morning too fades away.
shall we?

maybe forever will be ours, someday
a road leading somewhere?

going somewhere?
