A chronicle of where I've been, where I'm at, and where I'm going.

the weight of winter

it’s hard to balance, emotionally,

why waiting for a soft hand to hold

feels so much like

dangling over a pool of piranha.

 

Who knew stargazing with you

was more about remembering

what all the asterisks meant behind

beautiful things you said.

 

 

 

 

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