somewhere, in the soft unfurling of another reality, i am

• a gray persian with golden eyes — ever watchful, ever half-dreaming.
• the ribcage — a frail sanctuary for all that is felt too deeply.
• a lost grimoire, annotated in the margins with secrets.
• ultramarine — the ocean’s nocturne held in a single hue.
• air — subtle, restless, always moving toward elsewhere.
• a shy smile that blooms only when unseen.
• the intense longing for what has not yet come to pass.
• the taste of espresso dissolving into milk chocolate upon the tongue.
• the “queen of night” tulip — a dark blossom that wakens only in silence.
• a kiwi — brightness veiled within a pec...