Little town, it’s a quiet village. Every day, like the one before. Little...
The Fight For Love.
The grass isn’t greener on the other side, it’s greener where you...
we are all small particles, atomies and dust tucked away in the back pockets of the universe— —we still exist in seconds in flashes across the sky in sparks and matches in drops of ink on paper in love and touch in movement and breath and even in the dark the stars remember us. .. poem by: the dust dances too
When you feel like you’re about to slip, tie a knot & hold on.
I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed & that necessary. Margaret Atwood in “Variation on the Word Sleep”