Life IS Art
The way you love
The way you make love
The way you make your coffee
The way you talk…+ the way youView full post »
2 minutes ago you were just a toddler + I was day dreaming of afternoon walks + long talks about the complexities ofView full post »
She chose herself…
For the first time ever.
Because sometimes things just don’t work out…
No matterView full post »
My heart is sad today. I lost a dear friend.
Last night she quietly slipped away.
She said goodbye to this world.
IView full post »
She was astray…drifting…somewhere between never again and not right now…
She was empty…almostView full post »
There’s a shadow place inside of her.
An insoluble aching.
Dark ghosts hiding in distant corners.
Spellbound +View full post »
I used to write a lot when I was younger. Writing was like a form a therapy for me, it still is. I love the feelingsView full post »
You speak with a tongue of charming untruths,
in a tone that echoes through time.
Drifting through me with a chill ofView full post »
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