the words we swallow
build homes in our throats

this world(mad and gladly so)spins while she—laughs

has anyone ever considered the feelings of the number zero?

i hold
the weight of an old sea
in the cavity where
a heart should be

poetry is a conversation with the world

chaos is a friend of mine

perhaps in another chapter our margins shall meet

love

(is more than sum of stars and earth)

a leaf just fell & my heart fell with it

poetry is just a really emotional game of Scrabble

darling, we can be everything if you just believe

how strange and lovely it is to be anything at all

all the colors I am inside have not been invented yet

there is so much love to pass around

love is a curious thing

i
am
proud of myself

i identify as a group of worlds (a list of my favourite ones)

in love, be strange and extravagant

oh
how
(beautifully)
my delusions
dress you
in stardust and
light

time folds around us
origami moments with your essence