writing and photography

Forest edge, the
City is gone, streets
Have ran out
I walk along the
Outskirts, following
Strands of sunlight
That slice these
Midwestern skies
Like sharpened knives
Streetlights, shine
So faraway, oh my
Heart, oh my soul
So far from home, I
Want to touch your
Face, like moonlight
At dusk, kiss your
Lips, like the first
Light, of dawn, my
Love, how have I
So haplessly forgotten
All those moments
Spent with you


To each and everyone of you who stays despite everything, thank you for loving me, for taking me as I am. I will not make it this far without your faith and support. You are all a blessing.

Lukas W.