the heart wants to  write lines on love and loss hum the lyrics of desires dream of the silver and golden mouths of galaxies   the heart wants to beat in the peaceful solitude of snowy mountains touch the cold streams that banish all thoughts…

content warning: vague references to current events, reference to Stonewall, general ‘fuck cops and politicians’ sentiments <3 My opinions are built off of the weight of all the pain I’ve seen in the world; carried up and away from the fact that life’s not fair…

Exhaust pipes leak nervous purple dreams, the stardust that shines through my fingers will blind the audience. Come at me and I will eat your face, I say. No words spilt, only your embrace counts. Don’t ever leave me, I think. Traffic jams. My arteries…

Caffeine knows not where to go when my country embraces entropy My fingers still work For now, I type

I’m fleeing, I’m flying way up high in the mountain tops up high in the clouds up high where the birds go soring where they feel proud. I’m fleeing, I’m flying way up high in the blue sky never-ending up here and always so clear….

As if the world does not exist Bach’s cello transports me to the place where time does not exist It is not the music though It is the music through   Calming as the sea Listen you would see It is the ambience, the cadence…

Between the woods and frozen lake (The above line is taken from Robert Frost’s poem  Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening,) Between the woods and frozen lake the wizard’s only halting place his snow apple cart enjoys little hay with the queen coming to…

there are days where it feels more like swimming drifting lazy days of graceful treading of being pulled sweetly days of weightless surrender where I can’t remember how heavy it really is to live in this body in this place in this time there are…

What more is today Walking to take in the afternoon Stumbled upon a rock Cut my knee wide open Then pop I fall asleep I wake a bit weary You’ve fainted they said I look over my surroundings Take a glass of water The only…

Cerulean blue heavens with a dusting of clouds Drift down into a morass of vivid pinks Fuschia, flamingo, mauve, and rose A tree bursts forth dressed in magenta clothes. Rosewood hills rise up in the distance Dancing with meadows, oh how they blush A smattering…