Tagged: life
every moment, a
this late into the
this late into the
game, i am so tired, wanting
to be pulled away
.
20170713:2207
y
the patterns you
the patterns you
observe in time
are meant
to cushion every
anomaly, the way
packaging foam
hugs the curves
of each fruit
to hold the juices
in, keep from
bruising.
so don’t
be restless, my
dear, don’t
insist that you are
bored. sink into
the patterns
of our lives,
soak it in between
the days, the years
.
20170630:1723
y
we are always an
we are always an
illusion away from real
life – not knowing where
exactly the curtains can be
parted is another layer
.
20170624:2339
y
we slice into time,
we slice into time,
not knowing how delicious
each morsel can be
.
20170613:2214
y
you and i are not
you and i are not
that different, balancing so
much warmth with coolness
.
20170607:2247
y
the first day of the
the first day of the
rest of our lives starts like a
simple bouquet – matched
and mismatched, friends and family,
until death do us part
.
20170531:2357
y
