We're all damaged.

Fragmented pieces that don't

seem to fit together, 

so we run around the Earth,

butting ends and wanting love

and leaving dust instead of

footprints in our wake, and

searching for the scars 

in every mirror we see,

even though we know they

might not be there, because

it isn't physical. 

We are not physical. 

We are the moons and the stars

and lapping waters on the

cracked shores. We are the

shivering breaths and

fading lost loves(ongs) 

and we matter, down to

every last fragment and

spiral of dust.

We matter and we care, yet

we don't see that because

all we see are the

damaged.~2015



I'm starting to realize that maybe Fall is my favorite season because it's proof that dead things should be let go.

Music and Photography are cool too.

I lie when I say I'm not a people person ;) so if talking to me seems like something you would want to do, it may just end up being the highlight of my day.