D I V I N I T Y

NOSTALGIC

i. Waking up in the morning, and missing the time you filled these sheets, missing the times when you warmed these hallo bones. Coffee doesn't taste the same without you. I've become a ghost in what used to be our home

ii. The stars are shining, life goes on

iii. My chest has a hole in it. I can't remember where it came from. Sometime I miss when my heart used to beat.