Maybe I’ll be a sunflower.
Tag: independence
A favorite something
I think my favorite end to the day has become a walk in the park a little before sunset, followed by an orange & poetry in a weird little 5$ thrift bought chair that I contort my legs up and over, feeling just a little bit like… I don’t have an age.
A favorite something
I think my favorite end to the day has become a walk in the park a little before sunset, followed by an orange & poetry in a weird little 5$ thrift bought chair that I contort my legs up and over, feeling just a little bit like… I don’t have an age.
A turn in the road // On the other side of time
As the fog dissipated, the stone became clear and in writing it affirmed. Neither one wrong, one wanted solitude a little longer. It wasn’t for specific views, known feelings, or a different medium under their foot. It was the art of isolation they longed for, though there weren’t words for it, because it wasn’t a conscious thought then… it was the art of isolation and what it could unfold into if given the time.
The stone sits, the paths unwind into the wood… and maybe they go further still.
Couple of Aubrie Musings and Heartstrings 