Vitesse

I run for pain, the excruciating burn of desire. I burn for the exquisite absence of thought.

Cynosure

A moment of both celebration and mourning, of the dreams you have lived and those futures not realized; of the masks of the past and the veil of the future; of the passing of yesterday, and the inevitability of tomorrow.

Bare

Take my hand, and I promise you art.

You will be the canvas of my prose.

I’ll dip my pen into the ink of your eyes, and engrave myself onto your heart.

I was here.

If my name is on the page, if my name is scrawled on some distant pillar, I can’t disappear.

I was here.

Resonance

It was just another day.

I didn’t know you and you didn’t know me.

We were two ships passing in the night, on different paths in the same waters.

But in that fraction of a second, we were as close as two people could ever be.

Unshackled

I was never meant to be unshackled.