The caffeine keeps me awake and I know I am romanticizing my sadness, but without the petals framing my eyelashes, you know I would not survive. It is the dim sliver of light that peeks through the curtains at dusk. An absence of words brings me to ruin; and the thoughts I can't seem to find words for, they have become a trickle of white sand slipping through my trembling fingers. It's the delicate trail of smoke leaving your mouth -- it's there and then it's gone.
