There's no end to how high I fly now
You've set passion on my wings...

it's the third week of
august and i'm eating...

I never meant to make her cry,
everyone grieves differently and...

Whenever she bakes, I'm reminded of
home...

Wings of pure beauty,
Fly across the red sunset...

My hands wrap around your sorrow
like the morning sun warms cold earth...

I delay the onset of the hurt
you unintentionally caused...

I want to stop waking up in
contemplation, blinds open to...

It's as if my heart started spinning
and the beautiful mirrors around me...

-
Don't fall into night...

it's 1 am & the coyotes cackle across the creek --
& how strange, it makes me feel less alone...

I have heard that the soul you eternally bind with
is also your very best friend...