#deadpaper

no one believed there was life in the dark corners of the ceiling,
where the moonlight wouldn’t go, where dreams fell asleep and dreamnt.
but if you looked close, there were doors, and beyond the doors, worlds.
maybe i will see them again, someday, when i find the way back.

hearts
extracted
for each other
warm and dripping,
a cycle of loneliness
coming
to an end.

it’s peculiar,
the power of dust
found in the cold spaces
we dream about
eyes open
and breath held
hoping the snow-globe
we live in
may someday settle.
 

what is the distance of life,

and how much time does it take

to travel through?

i never forgot

the silence after

a good story.

we’ll give life

to these embers

with our lungs,

hoping the sun 

reignites.

believers of today,

believers of tomorrow,

keep believing,

keep believing

it will all make sense.