swallow. every petal dissolves into the fog concieved from lungs to lips, escaping in a sigh of relief. midnight feels like forever from here in this moment; a lifetime, death, and eternity twisted together in a split silk rope searching for a knotted end.
life is immediate, and time is something passed and surpassed, suffering from some sort of intangible immortality. we are momentary in nature, but monumental in a moment, creating ripples in the earthen vibrations that flutter through empty space, reorganizing a rythmic clutter into human art. we breathe softly, steaming up the windowglass and shading the other side of death.