Un-Acknowledged

In the hovering bowels of mysticism where the cynics hang their hats, she waits to be acknowledged.

Falling Silent

You are constantly encountering moments being sunk into an abyss of dark absence.

A journey through dreams, solitude, and self-discovery leads to a profound shared awakening.

There's a faded line etween reality band time.

I'm on the outside bright color peacock spreading; I own my street, a path forced discreet by tainted company.

I thought I'd feel reprieve; some kind of soul relief to find out she died.

Closing the spaces I once shared. Closing the trust I once spared.

Empath; this solitary epitaph, words come lucid, swept on tides, murky.