and thank god for the breeze that just wrapped around my arm through the front window

and her white dress

reminded me never to stop

eyes stapled

eternal rest time

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back aches and burning eyes. need to get out of this place. the sun doesn't shine bright enough and the rain falls too cold.

coming up basil

every step i take blooms wild strawberries and lavender. thyme springs from under my toes. i want to curl up in the warm soil and nap in my mother's gardens.

hate it

i only seem to feel happy on the move now. as long as wheels or feet are moving things are alright. never settle. never stop. and never look back.