She's still empty, but she's still standing ❤️
Month: May 2021
Street Lights
Beauty is raindrops on my windshield collecting pigments from wet street lights... Projecting a palate of neon colors into a bitter dreary night.
Apple Blossoms
Last day before they start to fall...
White Knuckle
I let my eyes unfocus and blur at the sides... As I numbly follow familiar white road lines. Soon my face flushes and I tighten my grip... As I wonder what would happen... If I let the steering wheel slip.
Reason
The last thing he said to me... Was that I was the reason why.
Crabapple
With it's pink petals strewn on moss covered stone...
B&W
Pretty in color... But beautiful in black and white. 🖤
Under the Maple Tree
Patiently awaiting summer...
Glitter
As soon as my palm opened... Our glitter became dust. Now everything that sparkles... I know is able to combust.
Fogged
Shower fogged mirrors and soft lonely hands...
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