the future calls, bright and colorful
sweet plum sticky on pale fingers
I feel light when I’m with you.
From long hair to bob, the times keep on changing.
dew on rose petals at dawn.
in the middle of the wispy green was a canvas.
standing at the horizon, the infinite vastness surrounds and drowns me.
paintings are alive.
this thunderstorm takes hold of my soul. i see no more.