7:01 a.m.

the sun creeps over the horizon, blinding eyes that haven’t gone to sleep yet; bright and blinding, but beautiful. the warmth coats my skin as i lay down to rest for the night; completely satisfied with the notion that your eyes are what fueled the morning, you’re its coffee; sweet with a touch of new … Continue reading 7:01 a.m.

hold your breath and count to ten.

I still carry around your inhaler even though I know you no longer need it You have your own, but still I like to think you find comfort in the fact that you have an extra one a thousand miles away And I hope you take my offer and come get it someday Until then, … Continue reading hold your breath and count to ten.