an impetus of my thoughts… ties like a stolen heart hanging on a single limb waving in the distance, those I have lost…those I have yet to meet my intimacy has stretched one lone minute into days a simple glance to my love has turned like a leaf in the fall our infinity is willful…through the light and the dark
time has captured the ease in which love will always bleed
looking, mortality in the eye…like a discarded pod to a seed
I read lots of books, from mythology retellings to literary fiction and I love to reread books from childhood, this is a place to voice my thoughts for fun. I also like to ramble about things such as art or nature every now and again.