[We] often forget to be in the often in between...
A Not-Poem for Monday (Breathe)
Inhale your fill and remember for one moment, maybe two moments more, how to just be...
Begin Again
Begin to begin again...
The Air Around Your Lungs
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
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