Impossibility

You are the impossibility of a crescent moon unfolding into the depths of the unknown shadow of the sun.

You are the flame of a candle dancing on trickling wax that sat upon a small, chipped dish.

You are the last breath of time letting go, not knowing or wondering what comes next.

You are the jagged rocks of Mount Everest covered with a paper-thin layer of fresh snow.

You are the torn sails of an old ship dancing in the whirling wind.

You are the number three with a butterfly’s wings.

You are the lingering smell of smoke swirling around the empty room.

You are a sweet banana lying lifelessly on the countertop.

You are the impossibility of lightning dancing across the midnight sky.

You are a nightmare creeping like a spider slowly into someone’s head.

You are a drop of water longing for something to find you.

You are a tree quietly shedding it’s leaves in the sunset.

You are the month of January filled with hope.

You are a butterfly soaring the air, never stopping.

You are the taste of a delicious brownie, chocolatey and gooey, dripping with caramel.

You are as light as a snowflake falling from the heavily clouded sky.

You are a drunk man twisting and turning in the dark night.

You are as straight as a ruler.

You are a sad man in the dark alleyway of a city.