And who says you must wait until time's nearly up to learn how to scream//to learn how to breathe//or to learn how to notice the air around your lungs
The Air Around Your Lungs
A Hopeful Breath
This is a street I could fall in love on, where everyone's eyes reflect the stringed lights. Cobbles hold the weight of it all - the hearts and the hopes of what could and might.
Someone Dies Every Day
...and that someone is your age. Someday, that someone will be you.
L’air du Paradis
Ignorantly, I claim this is why I do not allow myself L'air du Paradis.
Coffee Shop Hours
I promise it won't be long until every sentence breathes
Back in the Storm
Silhouetted mountaintops//Caging the unheard screams//Clouds forming textured backdrops//Punctuating noir scenes
Novel of Nonsensical Novelty
Just me chanting chimerical chatter.
The Bravest Thing You Could Ever Be
And I, when left to my own devices, can hardly breathe. I gave myself a moment today to take the world in, and required conscious effort to allow my chest to rise and fall...
Together
Give me your hand and we can walk to the edge of the ocean, if you'd like. We won't jump in, but if we find some flat, smooth stones along the way, maybe we can have a skipping competition. We'll count the ripples, even if there's only one.
