relapse: the old world haunts us with dagger sharp stabs of guilt
Tag: haiku
dreams: of roots like the threads of fate in eternal entanglement
the earth exhales memories of summer older than time
the sweetness of travelling winds: a different shade of earth speaks to us
a mysterious blank space in the forest seems unwilling to explain itself
dark before dawn: dew outlines a footpath that disappears as soon as anyone follows it
river crossing: if you have no coin then offer the ferryman a sliver of your soul
ritual: drizzle disturbs the skin as the beast of night prowls for sustenance
left behind by the setting sun: ashen moth wings and an abyssal hunger
what comes after the fall? the dead silence of course
