Sanctum

it's a fine time to confess

those secrets are indulged in
infrequently enough

they vanish
in the cold thin air

so brittle
so broken
so untamed

i attach myself only to the sorrow
that one day they will blow away

and get caught in the hands
of an all too familiar face

the one I have been looking at
Constantly

in the infinite frames of my mind
the self on my outsides