Blackout #18

His smile was made of dreams once- buried

Blackout #17

Filled with stars makes you feel small sort of like we lost something.

He was like a blot on the canvas.

Remember you were worth a lot to him.

Lost on the road to her home.

I have hell fire in me.

She looked like dark fragments the kind that came from worn down over thinking.

I and you had a moment lost to the night sky.

Through a fog morning broke through like expressing hopes.

A promise said briefly killed you.