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 peculiar skin.
• a quiet tragedy, where all is spoken between the lines.
• the blue hour — that delicate almost-night where the world exhales.
• a threshold — the quiet tremor of standing where one world ends and another begins.
• a cello echoing through an empty hall.
• old english — gentle ghosts of sounds that linger.
• a dragon — ancient warmth, with smoke behind the teeth.
• five — instability turning itself into beauty.
• an aged leather diary with pressed petals inside.
• an attic of forgotten seasons, where dust dances in the light.
• neptune — distant, glimmering, serenely untouchable.
• petrichor & worn pages — rain over memories.
• autumn — that mild sorrow which soothes as it releases.
• the uneven beating of a lover’s heart.
• bittersweetness — ache & pleasure entwined.
• a slow-building thunderstorm.
• atopos — out of place, and therefore unforgettable.