though we can’t see her, Hope flies for us.
happy is today.
a crescent hangs in the night sky.
the sun, like the moon and stars, is our guardian. our mother.
teenagers in an open-top Jeep driving through the night while fireworks go off above them.
grey skies reflect human endeavors to destroy everything in the process of attempting to be successful.
you left me to cry, swallowing my goodbyes.
they replaced him with an imposter, and all that was left were ashes.
the improbable is the most beautiful.
i had different dreams.