haikus sans

your voice still floats at cruising altitude.

kind of a blur. kind of a breakthrough.

from somewhere slightly sideways

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

current position: between timelines.

my hard drive has a personality now

pressurized silence,
season: undefined

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

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