dream on repeat






I’m 16
I smell of Love’s Baby Soft
and everything is pink
and fresh and romantic
like a love letter







testing the waters





seems fitting
spring begins here
the origin of life










I once suggested she have a good cry
she said “I’m afraid if I start
I’ll never be able to stop”





little fires





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




sacred space