the sky needed a cry to come alive again

hey spring, looking lovely

The Voice of Nature

your heart, as soft as the sunset

when very little resonates let your heart become a compass

I’ll only dance if we’re in the rain

just me and the birds
watching the rain fall
the leaves our umbrella

I thought I was seeing the details but then I looked a little closer

-1°C

this game of hearts and arrows

a little drizzle
perfect curls

....sit still my soul.

when your mind goes so deep it’s hard to get back

little souls tested to see past the visible

you are the secret wing of the Library

*screams from the rooftops*

gm

she romances her own ghost