goodnight for goodbye, good evening for hello.

when these roots rot and flowers fade to dust, our heartfelt speaks will still be seeded deep down in my earth. i'll be across an ocean then.

in the clay, silhouettes had cast shadows away from the heavens, among the ants that seized the red of my shoe.

your laugh, always recognizable, faded in the open space.

overexposure.

i'll run through it again, breathing: in in out, in in out. when the air is cold sometimes it hurts to breathe this heavy. we need to fly kites in the tall grass there. with the monarch and pink blur.

this funk we're all in, are feels we've felt before. this dance between blooming and dying, year after year. "this is the garden: colours come and go."

but apathy still scares me.

noapte buna.

that's not my name.

unzip me to find that my insides are fragranced dioxazine purple and yellow ocher. my complexion turned porcelain as my sun kisses fade, traced with the smoke of cooler cities sunken into my skin.

our words spilt into the recycled air over scratched compact discs: memory music we all reasoned listening. blue eyes reflecting in my rearview; a gaze perpetuated over an intimate and casual secret. nothing awkward, we all want more.

i really liked charleston.

like the words of a man who's spent a little too much time alone

this cold air pirouetting in my lungs is me breathing for the first time.  my goosebuds and tastebumps love peppermint chocolate and shivers all the same. and i am surprisingly unfazed.  i am alone but very not lonely. and these glorious feels on my skin make my heart warm. 

tomorrow and for the rest of these days, it feels good to be free.  

lake ella and autumn and boots.