The seas have risen, there is fire in the sky. The animals are all gone, not a bird left to fly. The flowers have turned to dust, to ash the webs of vine.
They said you weren’t coming, I was told not to wait: and make a reservation before it was too late. I really want to see you, there is so much to say.
Naturally bitter, artificially sweet. A warm, welcoming, intoxicating treat. Mysteriously dark, yet familiar and friendly. Liquid and solid, gooey and deadly. An indulgence for the happy, a consolation for the sad. An accelerant
I’m waiting at the airport for you to arrive. As each passenger exits, I look into their face. A quick jaunt from hope to doubt, from recognition to the lack thereof, to
To live a life of truth one must make good friends and earn their trust, care and help and love and heal, fill one’s heart with zest and zeal. Find the thing