She wakes up cold, with honeybees in her ears singing an old lullaby. Advertisements
To be a contradiction is to be overflowing; it is to listen and to contemplate; it is to consider and change; I am only human–my mind wasn’t built to be static.
Don’t underestimate the power of just going to get a cup of coffee. The eyes you meet across the table might stay with you forever. Or maybe your mind will simple be stretched and come alive at the coffee beans in the air.
When the penny was discontinued, she sat on the carpet counting them for hours until I could taste the acidic steel in the air. She ran her fingerprint over the spine of the maple leaf, murmuring each date. She put them in piles that were counted over and over. Her hands started to shake, and […]
There blooms a fiery flower under your forehead today. It singes my lips.
Love yourself, find the tide of your ocean. There it emerges, roaring against the tips of your skin.
Trees dusted in snow watch over you as you sleep. Your poinsettia holds onto three bright petals. The mountain winks in the background. Here in their shadow, you are small, but full of strength. Here, he runs his fingertips down your spine as pine whistles in the window. The trees are silent in their watching. […]