Part One: Fall
1.
In my dreams
the wind
promised to stay
I woke up
to stillness
Alone
I looked
out my window
and saw
stars
2.
Do I exist?
There is so much fog here—
and no words
spoken
Did I fade?
Am I just
dreaming?
3.
Rain fills
the silence
time left
behind
4.
It was cold
that day,
and I wasn’t expecting it—
-
the marking of an end
to an old life
-
A part of me
that seemed impossible to lose
was gone—
there was never even a thought
that it could go
-
It was so quiet
that day
-
I didn’t know,
-
as I walked
slowly
through those hours,
-
how the memories
from that day
would become
permanent
in my mind
5.
I want to write this way and
let my words
hang
in the air,
like you told me not to
6.
As love multiplies,
so does fear—
of danger,
pain,
loss
-
Despite this,
we keep on loving
-
It is the reason
why we live
7.
The wind traveled
far—
reaching into tomorrow
Did you hear it?
8.
I went looking
for a place
that I had never been before—
-
somewhere quiet to walk
by myself,
with no memories attached
-
I found a park
with clearings
between the trees,
covered in soft grass,
and a long bridge
connecting two ponds
-
I imagined,
as I crossed the bridge
from water to water,
that I was
-
escaping
-
into a different time
9.
Reaching
I kept rotating
until I was spinning—
looking for the right direction
I became so dizzy
I had to stop
10.
The leaves fell off the trees
yesterday
None of them are left
The wind took them
11.
I drove to a city
covered in sand
I wanted to stay
but there wasn’t
enough
rain
to keep me there
12.
Time folds
in on itself—
too fast
and too slow
-
It stands in my way,
forcing me to look at it—
to confront it
-
It is somehow everything,
and nothing,
all at the same
time
13.
I found you in the pages
of a story
in my mind
14.
Clouds on the Ground
Drifting moments,
-
unable to sleep
-
To try and fly into dreams
is impossible—
-
the gravity in my mind
is too heavy—
-
pulling me down
-
I need a place
away from here,
-
to
escape
-
the restless waiting
-
I create clouds
on the ground—
-
soft
-
and surrounding—
-
welcoming me into darkness
and relief
15.
There is
escape
in dreaming
16.
Waking
I feel heavy
and light
These moments are spent alone—
drifting
into forced daydreams
to find refuge
17.
I can walk
in poetry—
return
to places
I can’t reach
18.
Déjà Vu
I went looking
for tomorrow
-
The path
I took
felt like a song—
-
suspended
and familiar
as a faded memory
-
falling
-
behind me
19.
What is past
where the green turns to blue?
-
It’s so far
-
I could fly there
in my dreams,
-
and find a resting place,
-
hidden
among the endless mountains
20.
The trees here
blossom,
not with flowers but with
branches—
-
extending outward—
-
embracing
the wind
21.
I tried to hold
a memory
in my arms,
-
but when I reached out
there was only air,
-
and I felt
-
so empty
