Dear love of mine, what I wouldn't do to find your fingers intertwined in the holes of my life
Forever, With You
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.
Coffee Shop Hours
I promise it won't be long until every sentence breathes
Bottled Fortune
Scribbled, childish writing on the paper more profound than you grew to be
Here, Now
If you ever sit there wondering what your purpose or place is in this universe, I'd say you've already forgotten the fact that you're sitting. Do you think shooting stars streak across the sky wondering if someone made a wish on them? Do you think a bird starts singing hoping they'll bring a smile to... Continue Reading →
