My skin breaths.
The universe whispers.
The darkness is electric with stars.
Endless energy pulses through my veins.
I am alive.
My skin breaths.
The universe whispers.
The darkness is electric with stars.
Endless energy pulses through my veins.
I am alive.
a black starless sky
a bottomless lake
and a woman with no soul
dancing in the darkness
skin sparkling white
with stolen starlight
I am living in a fairytale:
where you are mine and I am yours
where we walk in fields of flowers
beneath skies of brilliant color
and swim in oceans that glitter gold
but somewhere I know the stars are falling
somewhere the quiet song of ending echoes
somewhere I am already alone again
In the attic
she kept
a locked box
heavy with the
miracles
she needed
so that reality
won’t paralyze her;
a piece of the ocean,
aquamarine and shimmering,
with mysterious life,
a blue heartbeat .
Fragments of a rainbow,
that drifted in soft swirls,
and the songs of angles,
like echoes of dreams.
Every time she needed it,
a small sun expanding,
warmth next to her heart.
Until she opened the box
and miracles became ordinary
the songs of angles lost
and the sun inside her dead