The fire before meis hungry for my words — but I have yet to seea phoenix…
Dust is just an offshootof lives lived and memoriesthat are fading into the etherand falling through…
Somewhere in betweenthe ripples of my lifelies the perfect balance
It’s hard for me to break patternsbecause they feel so good to meeven when they are off…
I bought myself a weighted blanketto ease my anxiety until I realizedthat it was…
There is no hurry,no reason to fallinto the pit of madness.
Autumn reminds methat everlasting beautycan be fiery yet soft,grand yet subtle…
