There are thorns in the garden. I try to focus on the lilacs and lavenders, but every now and then the thornbush creeps above the flowerbed. Dark, twisted, ugly thorns
Write a note, fold it up, toss it to the ether. I used to be in love with you. Or at least I thought I was. Now your burning silver
Take a stroll in the evening breeze, under the summer sky. Breathe along with the clouds, slow and calm. Dance for a while, feel your feet kick up the earth
Lost most of my demons in gardens and drowned all the rest in some battery acid. A decade of pain burned in a second like blue fire on absinthe. The
My favourite place to get lost was in her eyes. Those sparkling eyes always made me forget the world around me. Sometimes they were blue, a calming sea of crystal