Much There wasn’t much to begin with. But what there was, Became everything.
Adventure on the Wind and a Shiver down my Spine
Love What an underrated, yet Agonizingly beautiful way to Waste our days.
Words are But Simple Illusions
Words are but simple illusions, Hidden in Saturday morning coffee And felt in our bones when arranged Like a simmering indigo night sky. Bringing to our souls The iridescent wheat sunlight after a long December And the silent sigh underneath an unturned tide. Words are the second love we seek, And the first to whisper our secrets.