Wild and uncertain moments are what I strive for.
Falling hopelessly, endlessly, in love with people and places and books. With fondness and fervor and a touch of insanity. Words well up inside of me they clamor up and out through me in heavy sighs and rolled back eyes. Wondering why it is I live this way consistent shuffling of feet passing by with familiar eyes and robust smiles.
Words never used to stick so suddenly or surely to the inside of my cheek. Words would carry heavy in my mouth, careful not to spill...
Two pink lawn chairs. Graffiti: MLPK, sprayed on the side of an electrical box in bright blue. An overgrown front yard. A couple,...
I’m trying desperately to hold on, but it’s fading. I can’t put into words how much I wish it weren’t softening it’s hue against the...
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