Empathy.You said it was one of those nightswhen the laboured breathing of the slumbering world plagued the earth with lethargy,and the liveliest of people would crawl into their beds,seeking solace in the dreams that release them from reality's hold.As they sank into the deepest of subconscious visionaries, you sighedand opened the blinds.I never knew what on earth you meant.Surely someone waited for you in the warm folds of a comforter,struggling to hold onto consciousness,so that you could join them and fall asleep in their company?As I cocked my head to one side in confusion, you sighedand turned away in sorrow.Glancing at
(it's) twistedtwist twist twistthe wire doesn't show enough;skin is syrup, let it drip awayhold, stretch and tighten-blossom is floating in the spring storm licking and sticking like moths on our skinwhen wings swirling wind upwardsinflate clothes like our bodies shouldwe fight to lose before we see ourselves 'win'
great work :3