I can still picture it after all of this time, how you’d share with me your secrets as I would tell you mine. and we’d lay upon a rooftop trading secrets like playing cards as we stared into the sky hoping to see a shooting star.  I think of you sometimes, when a star is […]

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 […]