hirenkidan

slipping into ambitions is a dangerous habit when head and heart are at odds with fidgety hands to make light- headed and unfocused efforts of carving mountains awe-inspired we forget our humble beginnings discarded this carded page has no use so we continue in obscure mediums sculpting fog and fading scents recurring while in thoughts there are often waiting the remnants of these sugar pea figurines left licked unclean in our haste to move on occasion they tumble from plates to find us indifferent and eager to sweep away the mess

A scene change later and we remained Like silent movies and memories Our jagged shapes in black tableaus and white faux heartbeats We stayed like this unaware of the air’s intent to keep us stagnant or the other, who was now taking the last drag of a cigarette, waiting for his cue Synthetic love and the art of seduction aside, everything else is a matter of truth or daring to be greater Are we ready? It was somewhere between frustration and thermal exhaustion that we’d lost all sense of moments And we stood awkwardly exchanging similar looks of confusion (- border lining defeat in the thing called us) And as our

On these nights- when stars lull silence into slumber and the milky way finds mountain tops These are the nights when the caffeine fix of a "Black. Two sugar."-less day sends senses through atmospheric rush hour and hearts into hands It is during these nights that echoes: of gasping lungs of breathless voices in cumulous confinements wax and wane on moonshine And on this night- with toes towards twilight, descending head first onto the city below, This is my free fall.

White ribboned across vanilla dreams. A golden morning was awaking to the brilliant chimes hung fragile like sugar sculptures on the bakery door- when they walked in. A young couple, eyes alight and smiles adorning their faces, warm to the sunlight. She was radiant; the glow of a bride-to-be kissed her cheeks while her blue eyes set themselves adoringly upon his. And he, a tall man with handsome exuberance, hands clasped to hers risking not the chance that they would slip away chuckled deeply- richly as they entered.      Red roses and satin dresses, she'd been planning for months. The church was quaint but the pews, mahogany majesty and st