Step in Time

00:00 » stroke of midnight

{ e x t e n d e d • s u m m a r y }

With each turn of the hour, I spill one more thought of mine. With each movement of the hands, I give one more piece of me. With each tick of the clock, I bare one more part of my soul.

Let's dance together. All it takes is a step in time.

{ e p i g r a p h }

"On the stroke of twelve, the spell will be broken..."
{Cinderella, 1950}

{ d e d i c a t i o n }

To the moments when my thoughts are too much for my brain to bear. To those who find their worlds ending before the clock strikes midnight — reset.

{ a c k n o w l e d g m e n t s }

God, as I should and always would. And everyone who helped me through times I would have never lived through on my own.

{ w a r n i n g }

» sad :(
» when do my poems make sense

{ p r e f a c e }

Another poetry book! The only thing connecting these poems is that I thought the times I wrote them were important. Kinda like I was inspired by being awake in the middle of the night (with a few exceptions), I guess?

Don't look too deeply into it.