how silly it is to think you’re made up only of yourself, when you and I both know you are a treasure trove of wealth. you are a priceless french mosaic, a small piece of every soul you’ve ever met. your heart is a vintage roadmap of every place you’ve ever left. your imagination is […]

sometimes when a perfect season is coming to an end,  it’s hard to feel excited  when you can’t see around the bend.  and so you try to cling to  the quickly fading light,  and hold on tightly to the past, afraid to see the night.  but though you feel the sun is setting, know you’ve […]

sometimes you long to go back to the place from which you came, but once you finally make it there, you find it isn’t quite the same. and no matter how you try to fit into old homes with your old friends, the times of fitting in those places have clearly come to end. so […]