fallen time.

Slowly, do not rush.

The blackness of night. Silence fills your lungs as you silently step your path home. A quiet melody drifts from her lips, double step and the crunch of a leaf. Colors tossed and woven together, a smile graces her face and a tear weaves its gentle way. The crisp air fills my lungs and my soul sighs in relief.

Love is a force. I see it in your eyes as your heart is breaking, I feel it in your words as the coffee weaves our time together. Every step is carried in love, and the etch of lines that branch from your eyes when you laugh is the most beautiful thing you have given me. I am captivated, my feet dance on the fallen leaves. I am alive, my heart is broken. I can breathe.

So much clutter and I am trapped, desperate for escape. Steaming water, let the day melt away. The heat seeps into my fingers, stop fighting. Quiet breaths and the scratch of a pen, lingering eyes before you look away. I fall on the floor and you are lost in your own self, slamming drawers as I cover my face. Love is heavy, my eyelids droop.

Every day is a promise, and the wind whips across my face as I laugh in my tears.

nothing much at all.

Black ink on the crisp white paper.

Empty your mind through the tip of the pen, frantic and weaving. Chaos and order, the yellow leaves spin from the sky and I slowly walk through my day. The trees lose their cover and show their secrets to the world, but the busy people bustle along too quickly to see. Heavy heat on a cloudy day. The haze settles in my mind, my motions are slow.

A stranger's eyes and a slight smile on his face.

A man with no shoes is perched on the curb, his body curled around the sketch his fingers deftly create. Sticks of color that shed their light, a flurry of motion and an image emerges. I lose myself for a moment and as I look up, he bikes away.

If you found the answer, could you code it into words?