Plight of Stairs (Attic Dilemmas: 3rd Volume)

Whispers of Sweet Anythings Between Ears

So restless.

Restlessly tired.

Saturated flames & mutes

Muted lights

A pull from inside

To feel an ocean

Outside my skin

To feel downcast air and gaze

An excitement that brings joyful monotony

Rather than filling lungs

As intended

But with lucid murk

Expelling quickly all that it lacks

A push from an unknown direction

To feel more than anything

Inside my bones, under my eyelids

To feel a cypher-like awakening

In my sleep

To rid of the strings that have unnoticeably been gutted out of me.

Palpable pulp pulling at my seeds.