I am haunted by songs that I thought you meant for me. I wander the truth of moments lost in the reality of grey. The taste of thoughts dreamed into existence but lost in sounds of silence. Perception, want, understanding, truth, blurred visions existing between dimensional lines. Where do the colors blur into anything but grey, want, need, and fingers sliding down tired arms morphing into kisses between shoulder blades too tense to let go? Missed moments lost signs tortured souls looking for something to hold on to. We found it, in the small moments of us; love in flux of where we are and where we should be… together. There is no never for souls like ours; forever is every now that paints itself another threaded masterpiece of lakes and oceans meant to be crossed, and drowned in, as our ancestors chant our names in the stygian waters of Yes, Now. Forever, Together. © 2022 Stephany Moeller #ancestors #memories #music #crimsononshatteredglass #stephanymoeller #poetry #photography #maineartist #love #lossandgrief #mainewriter #poetsofinstagram #chronicillnesswarrior #invisibleillness #poetsofinstagram #photopraphersofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/Cehg-cGOGlG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=