it is not the height of which a plant has grown
that makes it important,
or even its beauty,
but rather
the love
and dedication
that made it grow
-k.j.c

under our breaths
we all but whisper
of the times
we have lost so long ago
that still haunt us in our dreams
-k.j.c

it takes a strong person
to forgive the people who have hurt them
because they never come back quite the same
they’re always a bit more broken
but always stronger nonetheless
-k.j.c

he loves me
he loves me not
he loves me
he loves me not...

the last petal falls

he loves...
-k.j.c

i was in love with all the broken things
and the things others left behind
like guitars with missing strings
old record players that skipped a few beats
dusty books that fell apart
and people with already broken hearts
-k.j.c

missing You
is that gut feeling
that apart of me is hollow
but i just don’t know how to fill it
without those little pieces of you
-k.j.c

we are nomads
finding love in things that change
finding homes in our adventures
and finding ourselves in the in-betweens
-k.j.c