Sleep, dear human

young flesh, older dust of stars dark, open wounds and glimmering scars. a plexus of eccentricities normalized with words, breaths escaping, counting backwards- You, dear human; the shallow of your cheek, the depth of your deep, collapse tonight in a listless sleep. catch your breath, as you fall in your head, when you're alive in the…

Recognized you. 

And it was as if the stardust in me recognised your voice- the emotion behind it, your heart, your feelings, your grief, your joy, your past...you.  Recognized you- As an old acquaintance, As a recent meeting,  As a lost love,  As a newfound muse,  As eternity,  As oblivion.

I take a chance

I just take the chance of finding solace that I can talk to people even when they can't hear. I can talk when they're miles away. I can talk when they do not live. And my words don't feel like a waste of breath. . I am the guardian of my own thoughts when I don't…