The night was young and naive. We were old before our time. You were drunk on my doorstep, and I was swept up in your sweet, sandy stare, watching you sink your teeth into your soft lips. A kiss, slow and gentle, taming your temper, and your tension, after a long, hard day. I want…

Candy gloss clouds, playful pink, parading across the sky, selfless, sending a smile to every passing person, with nothing to gain and no reason to remain kind in a cruel world. The languishing light is tired, but she traipses from her bed, climbing up to meet the soft winds of an autumn morning, and somehow,…

Butterflies bound through the night’s sky, painting pictures for the stars, staying out past their curfew. The moon makes a wish, her eyes brim with bright hopes, and the promise of new memories.

I’ve wished on so many stars that the entire sky knows my face, but tonight, as the night fades, and I fall asleep, I find it a little easier. The Winter has only just become, but I feel Spring, desperately reaching out for me from beneath the soil.