No matter how gray it is on Earth above the clouds it is always blue
Tag: writing
Something to be said for the passing of time
I am endlessly grateful for picking the painful path. Art feeds my body and soul and blisters are now part of my skin
A note to self
don't fight your beautiful mind or shame your perfect body come home to yourself you are your only home
A poem for everyone who’s moving away
and everything I once looked at with awe will become common and ordinary. Until I return to my home town and everything looks smaller and far more beautiful.
Too Far From the Sun 