Indifference can make you feel small, it can render you invisible, as you question the tender essence of yourself and the preservation of what used to be your young and wild spirit.
Lines from a non-existent novel: 2
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Shadows
shadows are like morning webs,
tangled in our downcast lashes and hushed lips,
at once beautiful and terrifying
Answers
we search the world over,
never realizing the answers
are within
Sweet
early summer can be a particularly sweet season
Memory
his memory
crawls into
her mind,
winding and binding
and finding a way
into her stilled
and hollow heart
A good day
it was grey and rainy,
the fog clinging to our wet coats,
but we laughed over breakfast–
later collecting rose buds,
maiden hair ferns
and a wooden mushroom
Things in real life visiting my dreams
floating yellow balloons
silver buckets of china dolls
tiny lemon cakes
hives in abandoned cars
bucks in the woods
She Was
she was made happy by the sun,
and the dawning night,
the sprouting greens in the garden,
and the laughter of everyone around her
Gone
let it go
Bridges
we are all bridges
spanishwoods 