Writing

You were tapping on your phone

I was outside, walking back to my place

You caught a glimpse of my reflection 

in your rearview mirror

The sun is pink, and the sky is green on the day that I am standing knee deep in perfectly still salt water. The tired marble floor of heaven is finally dissolving beneath my feet.

There is // no tomorrow // blue sky drowning and leftover questions // through the snow, an end is distinguished // where so many divert their paths, paving into the ground // ice is all that’s left, this is how the cliff is found // if

its like

walking through

a forest

where you

think no

one can

hear you

but yourself

you scream

at the

top of

your lungs

until your

insides burn

you're alone

(Note: Please know that you may take this any way you would like, this is just how I see things. I wish for there to be more peace and love in this world.

Who are you, you ask? Why, that's an incredibly good question. I don't know. I ask myself that every day, and I still don't know who I am. I don't know who I want to be, or what I want to do when I grow up.