september like
golden afternoons
like autumns on
the tip of your tongue
all honey dripping
and marshmallow tang


i only find peace in space and the bottom of the ocean

ocean waves la jolla
stormy seas | la jolla, ca | pc: the author



perhaps there is a beauty
in the darkness that i’m searching for
something to soothe my
soul, remind it of home
the Before
when there was nothing but
a darkness and the singing of stars


many springs have come and gone, but for her, youth is a permanent state of being. flowers never fade beneath her feet. the sun is in her smile. she reminds you of a girl you once knew as a child. come play, she beckons. you follow, feeling the chill of winter fade in her grasp. in her field of eternal spring, you are reborn.