keeping and falling

Scratched surfaces are not enough for the one with her eye on the sky. Hiding from the weather. She's always waiting, always sure to be lost, never knowingly found.

walks of pinks

She slept while the grasses grew tall around her and the sky held red patches for me and you. I slept and dreamt of grey and large speckled birds.

once a flower

In a dusty library book, I discovered that it's possible to trust flowers with your life. And that there's a reason for the leaves and a possibility for petals.