And Ashes. .

I failed to write. It's been a month and half. I can't write something understandable nor satisfying.
All I get are lines and lines and lines, put together with nonsense. And never make a real poem.
I'll have to list them here, which is all I can do for now..

-We dance, and though we shatter still, we dance..
-Even the moon is a chameleon.
-Me; A schizophrenic. You; a capricious. And our dreams are whimsical.
-It was just a dream; a fragile dream-let go of me..
-A thought; juvenile, wrinkled by a tantalizing fantasy, elapsed to misfortunes.
-You; The aftermath.
-Winter protested.
-Hope was paralyzed.

And that's all I have in mind.