What difference will I now make?
What does the world have to show me?
The smile, the knife, the heart.
The world awaits – arms wide open; as will I, ever broken.
A sound, a voice, three voices, knock.
A call. A wish. Break my heart at 3.
Was it a mistake?
The heart, forever. Show.
In that moment, light made darkness. She knows not, but shadows grow…
And what is more beautiful than time, south of space and west of your heart?