sometimes I’m quick to snuff it out
sometimes I let it burn
but there’s always that ash
sticking to the soles of my shoes
the gritty tracks
follow me
for days
Category: Light
in between the dark and the light
“Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world”
~ John Muir
about last night
I prefer the messiness of real life
wallflowers
“He’s a wallflower. You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.”
~ Stephen Chbosky
warmth
the sweet scent of oranges
warm yellow walls
her curtains were gingham
like the aprons she sewed
Licht Years 