The sky

Windows through the blinds

...I can’t see it 

I can hear the cool air floating

Trickling in

Slurping a straw under that cool , hot sun

I can smell the stars 

Those fresh hot morph balls

I’m going to go sage now. 

12:05 am 1/26/21

She lay there 

in the mists grass 

shot down like the Others

He stayed looking up asking the skies 

from what it looked like cries 

of a heart bursting out of the rage we say to be hell 

He is no Demond 

and She wasn't like the others

She just took the wings 

so he shot her down 

- gorgeously she fell to the ground 

...the archangel

to archangel...

a scuicide mission?

To share what is theirs.

The Secrets water of life 

Rightfully so

Bits and peices of drip-drop drips down the river - and they don't care.

12:43am 1/25/21