We are the closest we will get to divinity in this lifetime.

I munch on my words as I speak. 

I want to feel every syllable roll around my mouth before I spit them out. 

Sometimes it feels like I’m watching my friends from behind a glass window. I treasure them beyond any gemstone & yet it feels like I am only fools gold to them.

I wonder what it’s like to be a flower.

You remind me of a warm summers evening spent with friends on the beach.

The raging current inside her refused to be tamed by anyone other than an equal. The white sprays of water that came off the tops of her waves found their outlet out of her eyes.

Why am I such a lover girl? Why do I have so much love to give, but no one to accept it?

The calls of the birds. The songs of nature pull me from slumber, stealing me away from your warm embrace. The cricks and cracks of mother nature remind me that we are all on one journey that will end just as cruelly as it began.