EphemeralEcho

Those eyes in which even the sea drowned.

What slips through my hands stays in my eyes.

Well, I guess I’m officially back…

Sleep—my only rebellion against a waking that no longer exists.

Everything betrayed me—except my silence.

She loved me for the parts I wished to sever, And I loved her for the parts she clung to. Distance does not wound, nor does closeness mend. O my heart, I fear naught but your truth is your ashes. ~

All choices are one. ~

Lucidity upon which world, Blind eyes seek an empty light— Into oblivion I drown. ~

I am who said i am, Senseless flower, starless void, Night swallows itself. ~

Wordless abyss. Bloodied stars stain the cold earth— At the hollow gate we meet, ~

Moonlight shadow, Certain i am uncertain, The forgotten kindness. ~

The eyes of the unseen, The haunting beauty, Binding me evermore. ~

Deep in winter woods. The world never left, It's what I thought. ~

The silence claws the void, A serpent writhes, venomous and cold, Beneath the rancid grave soil. ~

The fox, Forest silence deepens, Beneath his paws. ~ Painting Johann Jungblut.

Raven's cry, Winter bends the willow low, I wake from deep dreams. ~

The way lies in dark, The moon swears and weeps crimson, Red lilies bloom at my feet. ~

December’s pale mist, Steals the woods' quiet breath, Another leaf falls red. ~

The moon, Slips through the window, Midnight brews its cup. ~

Brought by winter's wind, Here I stand, yet far away— The crow's lonely caw. ~

The moon and I, Beneath the bare silent trees, We both lost our way. ~

I saw the world with my heart, And i saw you the world. ~

I wish I were the guise I wear. ~

She is a frostbitten flame, Her heart a bloom of blackened roses, Each thorn sharper than the silence she wears. ~

And the heart remains the umbrella of the silent eyes. ~

As if I were rain, falling dry, Touching only my own skin, Drenched in emptiness, With eyes tapping at doors, Hoping silence will answer. ~

She only longed to be held, swaddled in the soft arms of forgetfulness.

I fled from me to me. ~

She smells of November, of books left open.

I thought, and there I was—splintered in silence, Fragile as a moth's wing, fluttering near flame. Unaware yet burning, for I shall be. ~

Sometimes, a word from the heart can heal a thousand scars.

We all love what we want to believe, yet who among us dares to look at the world. ~

Life is not what you think. ~

Once you've come to know, even the shadows will turn strange, and even the simplest truths betray you.

What I see is the truth I swallow whole. ~

Her eyes, a world where words shatter before they reach the ear, those who dare to speak, teeter on madness, their voices swallowed by the absurd silence that defines their existence.

The sky here is kinda soothing.