Making way for empty musings.

Galloping between thoughts and beats.
Life thuds in an instant.

Pulsating between one heart and one mind,
we skip our breathing ticks.

Steady waves gets fractured in a moment.
Shifting of plates slows the racing.
Time binds the broken breaths.

Crux of this strain,
slowly resides in one tear and flows away,
Making way for empty musings.

©petrichorune