Monthly Archives: February 2017
a morning cup of coffee and records in the evening
every forearm graced, hand held, hair tucked behind the ear, neck rubbed with the intention of comforting a broken heart
have you ever heard the sound of the setting sun? it makes the sound of a beating happiness
when i was younger i was always told that if a boy is mean to you that means he likes you
The feeling of intimacy varies with the moment and people it comes with.
recollecting facts, memories and broken pieces from us to make me feel sane
Will my garden ever be picked with such delicate hands?