There is hope, always.

"For the stars were luminous and bright, but they had galaxies within them." A collection of sweet nothings where him and her are everything.

dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?

they were miles and miles apart, with a promise of forever.

In love with the beauty of art Performing is art Painting is art Life is art Literature Is Art Only a fool will fall for scars Guess I'm a victim To the scars left on paper By minds Scars of ink fathomed Into beliefs Literature: The art of scars. >||<~>||< A series of poems written late at night or early in the morning.

"what did you do while i was away?" he asked. and she never answered, until now.

A bride, a groom, and a wedding chapel. Twenty minutes to go.

❝ And when midnight strikes and the ink spills through the page, all that you are becomes stardust. ❞ In which a girl writes about the words unspoken, the feelings unresolved, the memories unforgotten, and the boy who caused them all.

we met when we were 16. at 42, i still miss you.