des per ation on the dot

Dusk spiraled its way towards the window cells while two green eyes persuade the colors of the Sky to join in stillness.

i relive a brief compilation of moments while holding a cup of coffee as sweet as my self-fulfillment.

pores open up to the sounds of leaves swept by the wind.

skin wakes up to the crispness of light descending through colorful shadows.

a bird’s chirp imitates my childhood’s wind chimes, which i desperately desire to forget.

a flock disappears while entering the verticality of the first half of the orange Sphere.

the thought in itself folding winding unwinding once more, winding until i am small.

the green eyes followed the white floor tiles, i fall between the concrete and Sky wears lilac.

Lilac is a sensation without discovering the exact bundle of words to describe it.

it carries the feeling of an unfit piece to reality.

Lilac is warm frost on glass.

Lilac is transfix.

it does not persist in one place.

it fills each vein so intensely the heart could detonate.

Lilac is feeling certain of uncertainty of love of time.

i am certain of war within myself.

i am uncertain of love within myself.

now i hear a depressed trumpet playing around the floor while my arms held me in a mold you never did.

our melodies continuously discorded our colors have forgotten to fuse

we lost our coordinates and the flock dissipated too.

today i am certain i don’t think of you the way i think about all the things that vanish in a Lilac sunset.