split

twin dreams sprout daily from my chest i am called to forests, highways, unfamiliar landscapes and at the same time, i find my hands yearning for earth and old memories longing for those who have loved me through at my messiest wanting to have both to have everything to have it all: to stay and … Continue reading split

prelude, 3

the butterflies in my belly flutter in all my dreams about adventure i failed to imagine how much fright there would be and now at the precipice of going to a strange, new place there is no turning back really, there never was

for a time

one month goes one day at a time as months always go sailors and travelers of days long past did it, though, and their lovers, too i tell myself there is always time there will be more time but as i anticipate the distance, the quiet, the longing my heart aches a bit all the … Continue reading for a time