haunted wanted

precipice

feeling the lull

a multitude

days slipping away

huddled with joy

the hurt

to what end

better days ahead

hold on tight

worry no longer

subconscious teachers

patiently in hope

looping forevermore

your own muse

heartbeat of life

end in order to begin

rules and norms

where i belong

a revolution

two people

ethereal forces

brown eyes

space sublime

a flower