Hubert Martin

“She speaks in heartbeats and the rises of her chest, words forever seared in thoughts that will never rest.”

“Whether it was in the maze of my fantastical mind or the allure of her gossamer eyes, they took me to undiscovered worlds of azure and metamorphosis. The air shimmered with every breath, the water tightened with every sound.”

“I think I feel it The nimble, fleeting emotion That novels and authors desperately Try to convey in ink and heart blood Whose shadow festers in the loins Of teenagers and their insatiability The hidden thing none of us can see Yet we all disagree what it looks like If only it were love... simple, infinite love But this was more, this was bloodshot madness.”

“She's an array of undiscovered words, of feeling beyond my threshold. I'm just a man, trying to hold himself together in her wake.”

“And though they fell as ashes, their shadows drifted as leaves.”

“It was the end for something. It was the beginning for another. But in reality it just fell in the middle. In that confusing moment of time between my birth and my death.”