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
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.
Silent, Loving Tease
How badly I want you to look at me with the same silent, loving tease
Dear Love of My Life
I'll be waiting for you if you wait for me too.
Her Self
She has given you her self...
L’air du Paradis
Ignorantly, I claim this is why I do not allow myself L'air du Paradis.
My Sister’s Old Bedroom
Fair warning: I did not plan this post, nor did I proofread it. Proceed at your own risk.
Ever On the Wing, pt. V: Significance
Life moves autonomously // Life within and without me
December Rose 