The heartbreak tales of Summer, Fall, Winter, and Spring flowed through the words of every chapter along with the vicissitudes of seasons that unraveled the memoirs of their wretched cries and ephemeral enamorments. Like a speckle of dust, it ebbed away into thin airㅡlong to be hidden in the blotches of ink; it may have been forgotten but it will always be inscribed, never be gone. Prose and Poetry Completed

to build a castle in the skies, to burn their garden of lies.

[art, dedicated to myself]

[dedicated to s.]

[dedicated to z.]

you are my sun #11 052418 #7 070618 #1 071018 © 123017, enamoramos

The chattering of canaries beneath the cumulus clouds' silhouettes call nature out to breathe once more for I am here, laying above verdant grasses. I carry the heart of a romantic; the art of loving enwreathes itself around my worn out heart. For each heartbreak I experience, petals wither until it strikes the ground. For every heartstring they tug, flowers flourish hither and thither. Among the fluttering wings of the butterflies and subtle purls of the valley, this flowerbed that houses the essence of my existence rises above the ground. Prose and Poetry Completed