retroperspectives

the morning i wept in the park. knuckles kneading the earth despairing the death of all beauty. for everything timeless that has had it's time.

redemption in a single bed.

finding stillness in the shifting sunrise and the quiet companionship of a cigerette.

running because i didn't know what might come out of mouth.

running because i have no other options when my heart explodes (i'm just worried i might kill someone y'know).

her steady witness to the sorrow pouring out of my body.

late night confessions in a crowded room.

relinquishing all worldly possesions at the gates of heaven.

loving because there is nothing left to let go of.

the soft synchronisation of breath.