one.
the clouds suffocate
me.

.

two.
if hope is in the air
and humans breathe
it, then

is something wrong
with my lungs?

.

three.
my thoughts are a maze,
and i am

lost.

.

four.
my dreams
forgot
to leave the night light
on, and

nightmares snuck in
the back door.

.

five.
i try to speak but i
think i've lost my

voice.

.

six.
we used to be fireworks,
the rainbow cascading
kind. we used to be
a lullaby of whispered words
and promises. we were
the light breaking through the trees
and reflecting on frozen water.
we were once
the kind of beautiful that words
cannot ever dream to
capture.

.

seven.
now all we are is

out of time.