A Lifetime in Seventeen Fragments (Pt. 1)


She stands by the window,

Her hands on the glass,

And gazes out onto the water

That’s swallowed the rest of the world.

But for some reason, it’s spared her house until last.



On a countryside road,

They stand side by side,

Waiting for a train that will never arrive:

He, dressed in a suit,

She, all in white.



The child’s discovered a kingdom in a teacup

And much rejoices in playing king

Before filling it up with hot chocolate

As a punishment for some sin.



One night, the moon got so sad about the sun

Which for millions of years had evaded him

That he faded away

And was never again seen.

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