Unfinished...

The world lives in black and white but the moon still falls asleep outside my window, its yellow glow coating my eyelids, causing me to dream sweet dreams of you. I wish you would wake up and play, we're not finished yet, we never were.

Little Red Flowers...

Today was born by yesterday and tomorrow pushing together in a field of little red flowers. The orange sunset, remnants of those flowers crushed in the chaos. Forever I wanted to write a story, and traveled to the edge of night, there it was, its faint heart still beating awaiting my breath of life. 

The Moment Between Days...

The beginning of tomorrow waits for a sign that I'm coming through, but I'm not sure if I am.
It seems easier to stay here and let the darkness of the closing day engulf me. Yesterday has already finished and it wasn't that bad, so maybe I'll wait there for you to find me. It feels safer than the dawn, with its raging furious colours and the uncertainty that their fading pattern leaves behind.