there was something about the fall,the way the fallen leaves set the sidewalk on fire.all vanishing in just a matter of weeks. there was something about the way you showed up.gently and unexpectedly.with talks of what makes our hearts explodeand daydreams sketched inside notebooks,painting them in one-by-onelike our days were numbered. there was something about the chilled wine. the warm spaces.brisk walks and rose-stemmed conversations.blurry nights and the decision to stay up too late.dancing in the dark along cityscapes.string quartets, heart eyes, hitting send.only to become your latest trend. there was something about the spark,like a new candle and the…
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These days, I’ve had a lot of thoughts strumming through my mind. Some days, I have felt like not enough and the thought of only being half daph to someone makes me shudder. It’s hard to put your hurt and confusion into words. It’s very human to want to pretty it up. I know because I’m sitting here, punching each key on the keyboard trying to make this sound all poetic. But being human isn’t always pretty; it doesn’t always look how we want. So today, I’ll just be a person with you. An honest one. Some days I think…