mint tea

Sep 10


long for your presence

my needles smell like christmas

forever pining

Sep 08

i sleep on my stomach.


she did too

laying on clouds

she braided the sunlight

drenched in ray-ban reflection

her easy breathing rustled the weeping willows

down below.


clouds turned gray

she had never met rain before

he stole her youth

made damp her smile.


she sleeps on her back

constantly looking for her


Sep 07

“i’m too tired and stressed by random outside factors when all i really need to do is focus on the internal.” — a wise woman