It’s an odd feeling. The first moment you forget they exist.
I have not written for so long that already forgotten the feeling. Keyboard claps in the dark. I wish to write even quieter. No…
The things undone
Silence isthe symphony of space,an outermost notereverberating.
Random thought #3
I try to stop youbut you stray from meand disrupt the normalcyinside my brainYou impress…
The very edge of a warped brick, for instanceThe tick of a cooling kettle, or one heatingThe very first leaves that…