I.A wall of high rise buildings separate the rich from the poor. My eyes and gaze settle on the sparkling…
He said she was dangerousShe asked him whyHe said because she didn’t care or give…
It’s dark, it’s safe, it’s warm, it’s familiar. Why would you want to leave?
Some days are slow like pancake batter — viscous joy, sweet and nourishing, flowing just enough to make something delicious.
When I grow old, I want to be like a well-loved book.
The sun glints and gleams on the path that we roam. I see you wrapped in petals of light, shades of lavender, white…