strong people don’t always recognize themselves in the midst of daily battles they consistently reconcile their fears they see the combat the carnage we see the heroes
you tasted so sweet as granules of sugar rolling over my lips melting on my tongue I felt you burn me too late after my mind understood that a component of your piquancy was acid accordingly you rotted more than just my teeth
nature knows we crave physical connection that’s why the wind brushes the water caresses the ground holds firm and fallen leaves embrace sometimes, nature sends the rain just to touch because it knows we need to feel it
Youth is invincibility woven into the skin until the moment we fall, scrape, bruise, cut, wound. At the most tender of ages we are repeatedly and firmly reminded of our mortality. Thus, we grow up.
trying to find the words to say how I love you is like trying to put the stars in a jewelry box there are too many and none of the wholly fit