the autumn air holds hope for humanity as they wet their fingers in mist and carve a path through the unknown
Month: November 2025
self burial under bedsheets until the birdsong returns
tabula rasa: your touch a soft reset on the soul
built us a kingdom of quiet to last us a lifetime and more
down the cold autumn coast we drift in peace bodies close but never touching minds fixed on the destination islands of sentient flesh we’ve become desiring with the depth of dark waters which we sail upon
this autumn night i offer my warmth to you
breathe in rhythm to fading lights
quiet windows and tidy pathways i slip into your world of a paradise lost
i gift you: my unfinished lines
your promise softens nightfall
elancharan gunasekaran 