something tender, like a thought carried on the wind ( Read more... )

the rain is tapping my window so rhythmically ( Read more... )

sometimes it feels fitting, the things we forget
on some level, choose to forget.
a brain riddled with every memory
comparable to a life stricken with every
shameful tearful red cheeked mistake
but
maybe,
it's okay.
to change your mind
to make mistakes
it's all,
okay.

a regurgitation of ideas mulled over and over until they're just dry shells of ( Read more... )