"Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass
we fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed
when our kite lines first crossed
we tied them into knots
and to finally fly apart
we had to cut them off.

Since then it's been a book you read in reverse
you understand less as the pages turn"

-Pink Bullets

We read by the stars that night, and the past remained;
like snowfall.

Diffusion

Just know that
I see the things that move beneath the surface
within you

just know that
the purest ground shows
the tainted parts upon it

when the soil is so thin across the concrete
and even nimble footsteps leave it flawed

just know that I see you
hiding among the cold perfection
and agile grip

just know that
I've already left.