[ october 25th, 2014 ]
days like this,
where the sunshine melts into the yellow leaves in the trees
and they make a nice golden canopy in the sky,
i wish you were here the most.
and more than anything,
i wished that it was a fairytale
and not reality
that we inhabited.
YOU ARE READING
past oblivion.
Poetry"what can i really say?" used to be my words, when i didn't know as much. when i got older, i responded to myself. "everything." now, i realize that i can use my breath to speak on everything in existence, from dust on jupiter to the depths of hell...
