Day 1325, flames.
Even the sun
can
get out of bed
on the wrong
side
Day 1258, fading out.
When the wind is over the horizon
and the evening calms
the dark sea reflects
~
your thoughts fall
in silence
with nothing
Day 1077, fear.
Begging to a wall, cornered
a mighty force, storms in my world
past on anger still spills, from its wounds
Nochrisis
