Hardest lesson in love isn't that there is one, but many to choose from.
Lasting energy not from the sip of my mug, but the breeze through me as I beg my lungs. I gain distance on the clouds, but I lose myself in the beats I make with the pavement I take on.... Continue Reading →
I have been the ice, surrendering to sculptors. Enduring chips away, remindful marks left forever. Shapeless sheen, no curve or edging off-limits, Eager child, trusting every word off those lips. Unable to recognize the reflection I now have, instead shift focus to the accepting... Continue Reading →
the Periodic Writer 
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