[15] - alto symphonies.

『 september drought. 』

nothing new, taylor swift and phoebe bridgers, 00.37

like a breath of rain in the passing wind,

opposing direction to where the world spins.

as the pages of a book gradually thins,

such as this young soul has been, ever since.

sonnets i've never written lost in the mist,

i miss how the quill flicks with my wrist.

at myself and the drought, i shake my fist,

i long for lips i never even kissed.

summer dry spell, august anguish,

i cannot recall what for i once wished.

my youthful flame seems to diminish,

dead as the loves for which my heart ripped.

to solitude i've succumbed and gone,

it seems once again, the darkness has won.

i can't remember what i used to do for fun,

i no longer know to where i can run.