We are meant to defy all odds. — There’s nothing like the boldness and vulnerability of falling in love. It requires both, that’s for damn sure. Tonight, the sky is black, backlit with a subtle glow of red from city lights. The air is cold as f*ck and I’m hiding under a million beige blankets. I am torn…

start where you are — we can’t step over ourselves start where you are they say so i’ll be brutally honest i am craving spring fucking hating winter i want warm winds dancing on my skin and sunlight and the smell of mud promises and possibilities adventures whispering i want doors open windows wide buds frangrancing the air…

the cold, scared places hit with streams of sunlight — this year has taken me to so many places i weep during cold nights struggling to find words. i marvel how change pulses through these veins how i refuse to settle how i keep uncovering what my soul thirsts for how i keep the magic alive how i keep searching almost desperately at times to taste stars to love…

waterfalls of flesh and sweat and feelings. i love it. — something lifts off my skin and i’m flying. my feet are light the currents of air on my wings feel electric and wild i touch clouds and lick stars it feels like home. i leave the world behind goosebumps painted by your ready fingers as our shadows dance against the golden glow…

the space splits wide open and green meadows flow out — i sit down and sigh then i say to myself fuck…don’t make this feel like work, too weaving words let it be separate and spacious something spelled in silk in the cotton candy sky. you’re tired so let it all the having 8 arms and being everything to everyone let it drip from…

i want red lipstick at 2 a.m. and black panties you take off — i want sweat and raw feelings i want red lipstick at 2 a.m. and red perfume and black panties you take off with your teeth it’s all coming back to me… what it means to be ignited sparked. alive. i’d like to make you forget every single goddamn thing except this moment what…

expansive is the right word. the only word my lips will utter — i keep saying it, i’m obsessed with it. the way humans constantly transform. how we stretch and grow, whether we like it or not. and i like it a lot. i’m changing again i feel it in my body first then i see it in my dreams spoken in sparkling images i can’t…

the subtle glow of sunset smells like a poem begging to be written the ghost of old memories the lovers who never got it who couldn’t see me only themselves, only the shadows i couldn’t sparkle black wings against pale sky autumn she is here now she is so fucking honest…