Words spill from the lips of the light that could not have been darker. Cry upon my shoulder and I’ll dissapear, light is dark to see the inevitable. The piercing letters forming words to glide through the air like unforgivable petals of the flower you gave me. Walking straight but nowhere at the same time, looking forward but staring behind. Destoyed by the light I wished to be. Cradled by the hope etched in trees, written on sidewalks covered by the memory of bare feet. Memories are dark in the mind that dreamed. Darkened eyes defeat the blue.

And the blue of the sky could not stand on it’s own. Emersed in the shapes of promising clouds I discovered stars, light. I could not stand and gaze at a restless, fading sky.