it’s late
and i’m tired;
but i woke up
with a sword in my hand
this morning
and maybe my purpose
is to just burst fucking through
until we reach
some kind
of resurrection

I’ve been alot of things lately but not quite myself.

i’m all pelt and fur by now

there’s turbulence in these ambushed trees

I’m gentle with hearts,
I never play with them

i often wonder how my life would have turned out, had i not had such a brilliant and insightful english teacher

By all means, trepidate.

My daughter brought my dad a soft toy to cuddle today because he’s in hospital, has been for a while and is really not that well.
I wish I could find a way to pare back to that same kind of innocence.

The simple act of holding hands is underrated.

Some days it feels like I’m shrinking.

i’m not ambitious enough to be caught wheeling at full gallop

nothing is left now, but legends

maybe one day a mountain will spring up from the earth to hide me

Leaving me to my own devices is the worst thing you can do

some days you don’t want to get out of bed, but others you could take a leap and stride purposefully towards the sun

happiness is best experienced when it arrives naturally, not when chased.

i would rather keep my mouth shut than be forever on the verge of utterance

joy, grief, trauma