It’s warm and cosy
Soft and smooth
Colours are pretty
Like a golden yellow
Its my blanket!

she looks at the moon
And still see his face,even brighter

"I atleast deseved a goodbye"

I lost my soul.
Somewhere between Atlantic City and Wildwood, NJ.
The salt still lingers in my hair, eyelashes, and tears.
The moons changing cycle as we eat candy on the beach and chase our childhood memories away
Creating tiny drawers to stash away keepsakes and overdue dreams
You pet me like a long lost lover with a fragile hand
Brushing out my knots and curls before we continue to share our sparkle

I carry a mask in my purse
for special occasions.
Turns out
wherever there’s people
there:
occasion