This is the bright-eyed youth.
in the middle of the wispy green was a canvas.
from now on, this is who I am.
In this infinite place, I promise you forever.
I am lost by (in) you.
I’m on the flight back home.
you are not alone, not even in the cold rainy night.
scarves and coffee dates are my style.
what once was is no more.
Bambi eyes bright in beams of the broken and breathtaking.