To The One (Heading To the 5)
The early morning Sun gazes through my bedroom window, fighting off the spring clouds, and waking me from a deep, darkened sleep. I reach for you, feel the empty space, and breathe out loud a […]
The early morning Sun gazes through my bedroom window, fighting off the spring clouds, and waking me from a deep, darkened sleep. I reach for you, feel the empty space, and breathe out loud a […]
…I fumble with the ink that always seems to dry before it hits your paper.
he rest we have written in the stars, in our intertwined fingers, and in our lips that never, ever want to part.
There is nothing like stumbling with the weight of a world on your shoulders and rising from the fall
Sometimes the mist may dry, but what is left behind is still a dream. A dream we get to share. A dream we get to live. A dream only meant for the two of us.
We stand here, one journey ending as another begins, knowing we’ll never look back on the moments before our two paths became one.
I see a flowered field, fed beautifully by the light rains of spring. There, the romance of butterflies and the lust of bees reign, and a moment of hope is born. She is sitting there, […]
I simply have no time. I have no time for the bullshit. I can’t walk with the beautiful ones, their neatly trimmed hair and wonderfully pressed clothing. I can’t deal with the fakeness of their […]