I want the ocean to cover over me I want to sink slowly without getting wet....I'll walk on water
I can’t help but feel a little scurrying morsel of glee when I think of your heart breaking- even if it wasn’t, could never be, over me.
Indulge me in more candlelight mythology.
Through the valley of setting suns and rising hopes.
In the valley lays the shock of steel.
Down stairs and though rooms of unclothed integrity.
Paths of events past, of youthful delight and afternoon Chardonnay.
Board of speckled colour and paper cuts. Shapes of chaos in misshapen order.
The Jacaranda creeping across rooftops to peer over the side asking “Is it time?” and “Is it time?”
The premature bloom of jasmine already drying on the sheets.
Oh, they mock me with such unconstant stars
We are all so complex in our simplicity.