haikus sans

my hard drive has a personality now

the sky said hold on,
but the ground forgot how.

from somewhere slightly sideways

every time felt like the first
but it was already the last

some doors open with sound.
others open with silence.
this place waits for the quiet ones.

your voice still floats at cruising altitude.

current position: between timelines.

pressurized silence,
season: undefined

kind of a blur. kind of a breakthrough.