haikus sans

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

kind of a blur. kind of a breakthrough.

your voice still floats at cruising altitude.

current position: between timelines.

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

from somewhere slightly sideways

pressurized silence,
season: undefined

my hard drive has a personality now

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