I don’t count my year by good or bad times. I just doesn’t make any sense to me. I can honestly say that my shitty vs. good days this past year were pretty even. Maybe, but does it really matter? So what? I had some really shitty times last year. I try not to look…
Your soft blonde hair tickles my shoulder As you get up to leave Rising so early has become second nature We have nowhere to go, not for hours so you smile and return to my side Our time is spent with quiet jokes and coffee Yoga poses and talk about skating That smile… It’s the…
Tightly the rope pulled close and her anticipation climbed As her anxiety of letting go faded With each new and undiscovered fear arising She was able to move quickly past them and into an unseen nirvana His hands found their way slowly around the curves and bends of her body Giving her the darker areas…
On the edge of my bed she sits waiting for the sun to rise My favorite shirt hangs from her like a dress It’s the only thing she’s wearing I hear her singing “Blue Jeans” by Lana Del Rey under her breath “I will love you til the end of time…” As the morning light…
