Jack Savas

I've always been fascinated that since the moment I was born there had always been cars driving, birds chirping, and people talking. Every second of my life, this unrelenting continuum of sound and movement somewhere out in the world.

Clouds

What baffles me is how vastly under appreciated they are,
from the ground, their beauty sprawls out for miles
the pearly white presence provides comfort for anything residing below

Time must be slipping through the cracks of reality

That has to be the only explanation 
Every day I do the same thing

I wake up, stare mindlessly at a screen for a while

“Her”

Bodies shivered, the only thing keeping us warm was the fire.

Our hands outstretched towards the orange flame.

I stared at her, star-struck that she was even with me.

Nothing about her made sense.