The leaves too, stood still.
As if the world had sucked in it's gut.
And we were stuck,
In the moment,
- Of Springs & Circles
I take a quick wiff of my living skin,
My wrists, my arms, even my feet,
But there's nothing.
The only scent exists outside me,
And that scent is that of a stranger.
Today feels different,
Like all that’s come to pass
Will pass by,
Into that which never comes to pass.