I find it funny how in the end I wanted it to be you and me but instead it was me and the trees and the wind and the hills and the ocean and the moon. Perhaps solitude is more gift than curse. ~lt


It’s been awhile, hasn’t it? You still come to my mind from time to time. I hope you’re doing all right. I know it’s hard out there on your own and I know it’s getting harder every day. I hope you were able to reconnect with your parents; this life is far too short for […]


I find my mind wanders to you in between the spaces of falling leaves. You flit among the branches in my brain and you leave just as quickly as you came. A nuisance. ~lt