The Aesthetics Of Sorrow

Maybe I can broker a deal with the angels..
Elegiac offering versed 

rien n'est éternel

I promise to behave~
If the heavens ever
Decide to take me.

In the purple stillness, 
I douse my fevered mind with bloodroot 
And come back to myself 
To breathe the haze of emerald hues.
I cry with my eyes
But without tears
That’s how broken heartstrings feel
Like the song inside the soul of a bird in winter ..
When a butterfly dreams of flowers
In an autumn wind 
Filled with violins 
Kind of blue—
The sound of jazz
vie est brève

For that brief moment 
When the light went out 
Of your eyes—
Even the day felt lonely.