the moon is blue over the ocean,
her tears that fills the hole,
now reflecting what it is,
a blue blur,
so sad; but so hard to see.

I love you.

I only wish

I could teach my younger self

I didn’t only want you;

I loved you.



If I could do that,

Perhaps tonight,

I could breathe that honest truth

Into your ears

And not spill it on paper.

In simple language
winds carrying my words
meeting you.



Shell✨🐚

Light is blind.

She looks like
she looks like in your
wildest dreams.