the epilogue of now

i am not the writer, not right now. i am living. trust me. i put the pen down and breathe it all in.

i still see the light in you.

catching.

i lick the stamps of my palms of my hands.

we come together. the fireworks are sweating.

to sleep here.







I still see light in you

catching

across the stamps

the palms of my hands

we come together

in fireworks sweating

to sleep here.