Longing to see my swirling breath...
Awe of Autumn
Without
It is sometimes no wonder whatsoever that my breath is bated and my words spared
From Yellow to Blue
Dress in every shade of green that was ever meant to Exist from yellow to blue.
Welcome To Stay
My Love, if you read this someday just know I might not be okay but you are always welcome to stay.
On the Backs of Vagabonds
The air I breathe is stifling me I swear I'll run away when I've got all I need to pave The safe road, brick by brick, stone by stone And then I realize the ground ends at the sky So I'll affix some wings and catch the warm breeze in spring But for now in... Continue Reading →
