though i'm a geyser, feel it bubbling from below; hear it call, hear it call, hear it call to me, constantly

i'm tired of my mind getting heavy with mold
i need to start a garden
i need to start a garden

let me be
a cool wind
surrounding you

i’m not used to being loved. i wouldn’t know what to do.

i am trying to make myself digestible. i am trying to make myself easy to love.

sometimes the first person you have to forgive is yourself.

all I really have to give
is poetry and kindness.

today
is grey,
but still, there
is magic
in the air.

it is mostly storms and sadness now

“i like ur voice” is a top tier compliment

Win through your actions, never through your arguments

Always speak less than necessary