Appreciation deep, For the hands that hold my book.
Sometimes to tell a big truth you need to tell a little lie.
Dear me, I have gone back out into the ocean, with a diffrent perspective, hoping to end this.
She was higher than mountains,
She was heavier than a thousand hearts,
The moon became the light for when the the night meets the dark.
when will it be if…
I guess that’s just how I feel. I tell myself to forget about this person. Then I write about them still.
I see your face even when I close my eyes and try not to find you.
I wear many shoes daily and feel the active force behind it.
Truth is ….