Maybe one day
Our lives will be
Vacant of spangled
Stars and we will
Be spliced into
Fragments of laughter
And horror.
Diffused sunlight
Will wrap us in
Heartache and
Enlighten our souls
And we will be
Bursting with
Colour.
I am painting you
With words and stars
But you lead me to
The centre of nothing.
I can taste the
condensation
And you will
Soon evaporate,
Dissipate-
With the song
Of the rising sun-
Into something
Petrichor
By azure_
We grow old eventually {here are the waking thoughts that consume me} More