the line that crossed us

through the curtains I see an almost blinding pale blue seeping into the cracks of my ribcage while I labour to fit my eyes back into their sockets

before the years caught up to me I too was a dreamer. vivid scenes and poetic landscapes. i drew the sun at the corner of the page and the rays are something i now fear too much. pebbles on the sidewalk clink like wine glasses and i take another step thinking about nothing. the stairs lead up to nowhere and i stand in between everything and nothing. what is the meaning if it means nothing to you.