Never Forget
I miss those moments. Those blissful, miraculous moments that are so rare and so powerful that every time I remember that smell, my heart feels heavier as it beats, and every time I remember the feel of such a light, happy moment, my eyes glaze over.
I remember how in that one tiny moment of rare occurrence, life wasn't really life. It was something outside of what life has become.
In that tiny bubble of transcendence, all I needed was air to breathe, a fresh bed to lie in, an early Christmas morning to behold, and a book.
YOU ARE READING
Words, Words, Words
PoetryThe title pretty much covers the basics of what this is. It's words (x3). My words, specifically. There are poems, short stories, little random paragraphs, slam poems, a whole shitload of things. So read if you want to (or don't).
