Mementos

All those little things you left behind... Are now my trinkets. Lonely artifacts of us... now only meaningful to me.

Fog

Like steam to my bathroom mirror you are becoming fogged over... And even though I try to clear your haze... There's only a temporary exposure.

11:45pm

Pitch black and quarter to twelve, we walked on the beach barefoot on shells. Stars guided our path to low tide, the oncoming waves slowing our strides. My blonde hair had been tangled in the breeze... But we still stood to take in all we couldn't see.

St. Paul, MN

I'm a sucker for sunsets between skyscrapers...

Hope

I forever hope that a piece of you remains somewhereinside of me... And I pray that one sliver of youis better than what I currently see.

Farmhouses

I adore the unkept beauty of all the abandoned old farmhouses in the Midwest.

Cheerio

It's funny to me how quickly I became so appealing to you... And then just as fast... I became as unsatisfying as the lonely soggy cheerio in your bowl of old spoiled milk.

Dust

Sometimes I feel like I am as insignificant to you as a dust particle floating through the air. Then for a brief second I glimmer from the sun... And you notice me as abruptly as I am forgotten.

Taste

You let your tears patter gently onto my face like rain... And then I could taste the saltiness of all your sorrow and your pain.

The Sunset Moon

Creates a scene so completely and utterly beautiful... No edits or filters used... It just didn't need it. ❤️