Thomas Wolfe famously wrote, “You can’t go home again.”
I feel stuck right in the middleof guilt and circumstancespart shame and part blamethe ultimate self-sabotage
Will you miss me as much as I miss her?
The sky is a mosaic of blues, grays, and whites. Clouds begin to congregate together toward the vast…
I think of you when the sun is settingI think of you when the wind is restingon the past we let go in silenceand this heart that miss you…
Years drifted by, each minutewe spoke another lifetimetransposed us, or so it seemedfrom the tangents of whispers I untangled…
I feel that I should lock my heart away in a vault airtight and…
be stilllet the sun warm your soft skinthe only sound you hearis the whisper in the rise and fall of the waterthe only colors that exist are the…
kiss me at sunset
light up my secret places
with blazing passion