I love Everything, every last thing, of slowily becoming…Everything.
Drawn to you,
Stretch Marks & Wood Floors
Sometimes your body
looks like a sky on cloudy
The spaces, the places, the melancholy,
the feel and unfeel of things. The words
Nostalgia — I am growing back to that place.
Earlier today, I was listening to the incredibly beautiful rendition of “Take me to the King’ by the winner of…