Nostalgia is a beautiful beast, isn’t it? š¤ā„šš¤
Category: memories
Only an idiot stands at the window during a lightning storm at the beach.
…
… … That’s me. I’m an idiot. A very awe-struck, intrigued, curious, and humbled idiot.
This garden will always have been a blessing to me, and now I let it grow and reverently sit in its shade.
for,
to revel in something, but not ruin it, you must be reverent and respectful of the treasure it is to cherish.
Geez, time flies by…
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Switched Up Love
I was right about one thing… Iād never find anyone like her, again.
An excerpt from a poem taken from the in-progress work, “The Universe Inside Her II: a book of unsorted poetic letters”
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