I only wish the springhad sprung an openvista to explore
There exists place in all of usSo close we touch it nowA darkened grove of saplingsWe’ve watched our lives grow tall
You are no more special than any other snowflake that falls upon my hand.
Time spent walking the streets at night, looking in windows. Hoping for those in the light to see me. To look my way and wonder at my life. To…
Repeating the same thing and expecting different results. Sounds like insanity.
Letting go is the hard. In death. In separation. In disconnection.
If you love…
Letting go is the hardest thing you will ever have to do. In death. In separation. In disconnection from things you know.
So many things that were filled with intent only to be lost. A face. Some thoughts. The way you smile at nothing and everything…
Excel at all that brings beforeyou and your kind be freeof willingness to fly alonethrough berths so varied seefor who but you and…