52 and a crucial view of a vibrant blue of the skies and your eyes mirroring the water and mine. remembering a time, rewinding 12, right before i delved into your well of love that would only run dry. forward 365 and a thousand tears cried and no comparison can lie in these waters i…


your voice travels through these splinters that we call walls, holding up this cold chamber that we call home, and ebbs and flows its sweet song of love and warmth over my soul.