Looking is finding

I lost myself today, put down somewhere, on a shelf, or in a pocket, like a lonely love letter, tucked away in a favorite book, or in a dusty corner, with the dangling spiderwebs, I became a thread unraveled, or did I turn to lint, after some belly button picking stint, I may have turned […]

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Love letter to our future selves.

To the you I am yet to know, the you I am still to meet,all the things I’ve yet to see,that smile you’ve yet to give me,the softness you reveal, where we rest our bones tomorrow,our sense of a flavour yet tasted,or the hours we’ve left to talk,the hours we’ve already treasured,your head upon my […]

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