each flower in the tree of my dreams is scarred by your name, my dear.
something wild and unsettling has nested in a budding branch, and something changes without me noticing.
words sometimes flow out of me until I'm dry, and then I wonder why it all feels hollow, because I'm hollow inside, because something that is you has dried me up.
kisses are leaves stolen by the wind, so scattered in a sea of tall waves that no living poet could pull them together again.
something brutal and a reason was refound in music, a bay where once a small boat decided to sink into a mistline.
but soemtimes an unearthly gravitation forces everything back into me, all that ocean, and my veins burst, and there I lay, dying, all open for the world to see and walk on by, and I become a stream that will one day flow back into another ocean where all trees of dreams are rotting under layers of tattered mes, and my hidden nightmares