And as the sun sets,
All was at ease
Realization hit me
That nothing was in the dark
And that
We don't need the sun to light the day,
We only need stars
Because just like my soul
It craves darkness and a little flicker for anchor
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
violet pastel skies
baby pink and baby blue
cotton candy clouds
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
Long night drives with a can of golden liquid bitter bluntness are two ultimates that ease the shaky hands and ghosted thoughts
You left me heaving through punctured lungs and broke every rib along the way and I picked up my scattered bones and apologized for the mess
How many more cups of tea until I become harbour?
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 9:16 PM UTC
My regulars
..
A cup of hotly brewed tea
with a menthol roll
sitting on an ash tray
beside my widely opened book
of a guilty pleasure promise
Day dreaming of a cold weather
with pine trees covered in white softness
and a
waft of cinnamon
mixed with baked floured ginger
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC