I lend a thought unto thee // My true Love, my Home to Be
I Lend a Thought
Be
Mist slumbers low around the ankles of the earth...
Road to Gilead
I could use a gentle rain as I walk the road to Gilead...
Forever, With You
Dear love of mine, what I wouldn't do to find your fingers intertwined in the holes of my life
Lovely Veils
And are not hard lines the very things that define form, else I be undisciplined splashes of ambiguity and not my current self
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
Self-Worth is Flaky
In the last couple weeks, I have been a part of a spiral of issues. I was going to say "I fell into a spiral of issues," but that makes it sound like they took me down, and they didn't...
The Name of My Landscape
An identity- Wholeheartedly
Hearing the Stars, Pt. III: My Name
It is my name they call. My only task henceforth is to learn my own name.
