Once in a while i am struckall over again... by just how blue the sky appears .. on wind-played autumn mornings, blue enoughto bruise a heart.

holding the eveningtremblingly close to mei weepinto the sun lettingthe burdenof hopelift off my chesti realizethis is what it meansto be free.

I find it incredibly amazing how at every sunset, the sky is a different shade. No cloud is ever in the same place. Each day is a new masterpiece. A new wonder. A new memory.

I am a baby, I am a child, I am the innocent wonder in my eyes I am a glimpse, I am a sign, of someone I can be, someone I might I am not one, I am not two, but I am a million things entwined I am a piece, I am a slice, strung together by the yarns of time.

Look, moonI turned silver for you.

An animal in pain is the saddest thing on Earth.

violent storms. and beautiful smiles. both have electricity. both are equally destructive in nature.

the ocean mist engulfs me, like a lifetime’s friendship honored.

the nights would be orphaned without the sound of crickets chirping.