Essence Left Behind

Transitions through pictures

Images thrown on brick walls at dusk

So close, without seeing

In search of outlines of your presence

Before the fade, will I find you

Or find myself standing in the essence you left behind



The Sound of Feeling

What sound does a feeling make

The sigh of umbrellas parachuting from above

Dust ups humming in circular motions

A cold splash of an anchor searching for the ocean floor in winter

The moment of wonder experiencing snow for the very first time

Stepping outside, the anticipation of rain soaking into your skin

The feeling of being infinite

A Hint of Truth Tasted

I search for meaning in inaudible whispers

The murmur of dangling words rattle around my neck

I carry them while they sit silently in the background

Replies wisp back and forth, wondering which one is real

It depends on the day, the color of my mood, the strength of wind

A hint of truth tasted in each one