Some Days

Some days are tears and empty glasses. Some days are wild flowers and dirty feet. Some days there's a fire burning inside me. Some days I am golden, others I am hopeless. Some days it’s happy rain. Some days it’s sun that kills. For everything there is a season, And I have tasted many. Some … Continue reading Some Days


The Spines of Stories

My hand graced the spines of stories, Leather bound and lovely. This is where I felt you, In the sounds of old beaten roads and rusty winds. This is where I found you. I feel a million words on my fingertips, Electric. Everything and nothing. This room has crossed many mountains, And now I trample … Continue reading The Spines of Stories