Adagio in M
May the only time I bend my kneebe to live in His nameand to ask youto have mine. ~lt
11:11
I think of what it would be liketo hold youclose.Throwing on some Stapletonand a glass of something strongrocking side to sidewith you.You’ve always had me,you know?Those honey-soaked eyesnever looked so good.I’ve never been much of dancerbut the way you say my namemakes me want to hold youjust like thisand dance these long nightsaway. ~lt
12:40
I do so love the soundof wind rushing through the trees,of oars in a calm spring,of cool rain on glass,of wood crackling in a fire,of my name on your lipsand your nameon mine. ~lt
eyes
eyes like yours are never “just brown”.they are golden pools of honey-soaked sage,a chilled glass of smoky bourbon, aged to perfection,a fresh press of rich, chocolaty coffee, smooth and deep.eyes like yours are never “just brown”. ~lt
Thorn
Give me your painsand I will plant themto show you that the most beautiful bloomsstem from the seeds that have suffered the most. ~lt
MC 1:14
You are my art, you know? I can write about anything; the way the wind softly caresses the trees or how the stars brilliantly light the night sky above us. But when I try to write about you, I find myself at a loss for words. That is how I know I have found something […]
1:07 am
Sometimes I’ll stay up late so I can open my window and listen to the crickets outside. In the summer they tend to gather in larger numbers and create quite the ensemble, so I’ve taken to listening to their little performances from night to night. I find it to be rather soothing. So I lay […]
Kammarheit
We meet in dreams,you and I.With your hand in minewe walk togetheron the shores of a distant world.Even though it is but a dreamit is the only timewhere I truly feel that I am alive. ~lt
Heartsick
There is a subtle stoicism in nature. Life simply exists out there without command. Sometimes I imagine what it would be like to die out there, alone. Nothing cares for your existence out there, not the trees, or the wind, or the creeks. You die, just like any other animal out there, and life simply […]
Restlessness
Your depression does not make you any less worthy. Not of happiness, not of contentment, and not of love. I beg of you to hold on to hope; hope that, in the end, the sun will shine upon you even brighter than before, that flowers bloom even fuller and that you deserve, above all else, […]
