I am October’s colors, My skin the reflection Of bruised peaches And burnt honey. I stick to all things green, Suckling away at their breast, Until only a shriveled husk remains, Clinging onto skeleton branches, Begging the wind to let them be. My winds are not so kind To carry any calls for help, Even … Continue reading I am October, Ohio.
Love is not blind. Love is a vision beyond our eyes. As I close mine Right in front of me Does my love appear. She is formed By all things; Her eyes are petals, Slow falling light That turns your head Through a hazy Spring. Her hands are the morning, The start of all things, … Continue reading When you close your eyes, what do you see?
You’ve spent so much time breaking your own heart, you’ve forgotten what it means to be whole. You think you are only half filled, half complete, but you weren’t born that way, and you’ve lost nothing over the years that you can’t grow back all on your own. You are still bright, my firefly. You … Continue reading “In a world that’s constantly trying to tear you down, there’s always meaning in standing back up.”
That little light from your lampshade 