Darkness weeps in slow descent of light. My mind wanders never resting on the fullness of thought, never wanting the form to disclose itself fully. Shadows ebb and flow, smooth and deep. I dream in shades of gray and searing pain behind blinded eyes. Quiet deafening as the pressure builds. This too will pass.

And the roses are beautiful, full blooming with delicate scent and curves of grace, soft like last summers skin so opulent I found in the deep red crush called my heart’s desire. Skin I ran my fingers across gently, longingly in bliss. Skin I dream of still. This one is different, but just the same, it is friendship unassuming found in strange places in strange ways.