a bird’s chirp is a hallow sound on the sacred forest ground.
in the forest, everything is at peace.
time finally stopped,just me and these fluffy clouds,encompassing peace breathe.
you are no longer the angry broken boy i sawthat many years ago staring back at mehurling words like glass towards my soul,so i hand you a daffodiland take your hand that you offered – peace, truce – for spring is the time of new beginnings.
the pain, the longing, the suffering,they hit me everyday,they want me to take it,to slide the needle into my skin,to search for that never-ending relief. You told me to get clean before we got back together. It took me three months. I was on and off, on and off. I loved the high, hated theContinue reading “trying”
soft golden sunrisepretty melody of birdsslow breaths, in and out
Feel the sun light stream through the windows. Listen to the birds chirping outside. Feel the smooth wooden surface of your desk underneath your fingers. Savor the warm linger of coffee in your mouth. Take in every laugh you have with your family or friends and save them in a padlocked box. Put makeup onContinue reading “The Little Things Matter”