3am.
Heart beats softly. Breaths deep. An opaque silhouette plastered against the wall. depression cherry.
Where did the love go? A heart, full to the brim. Open to the world. Moments eternal. I must have closed it. But when?
Where?
Why?
The mind searches. It clings. To memories of the way the world was once upon a time. Hoping that this past world will return to the present.
It wants security. Reliability. Predictability. These desires mask how we see the world.
Present.
Mask-less. Mindless. Breathless.