let's get lost- evolution. slow but tiresomely playful

I am yet to become more than just skin
But you're one of the few tar freckles the world has seen.

One day I might decorate someone's fireplace;
Dripping liberated from my memory's case
You shall melt again

Whirlpools in the middle of the desert

The moist, salty air coming from above the sea of pasts

Carrying the bodies of silenced fireflies

Like blankets covering the cold of the stars' beds.