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, […]

Ghost in You

There is a place I go in my dreams. Emerald grass dances in the wind and tall, skinny pines lay tucked for miles among the loam. I am uneasy in this place, as if I am an intruder and whatever lies among the trees knows I am here. Still I walk, from one point to […]

The Interstate

I’m just tired,that’s all.Weary bonesand holes in my soul.SometimesI just want to lay down against a treeand just restand fade awayas the grass grows into meand my soul becomes onewith the wind. ~lt

Proof of Malice

You cannot love the abuse out of someone.They will grasp at straws;they will isolate youand cut you off from your loved ones.They will attempt to make themselves appearas the victim.They will make you believe you are worthless;“Who would want you?”they might ask.They will refuse healing and helpbecause the abuser needs to be right;it isn’t about […]

Firewatch 2

I knew something was wrongwhen the naps felt a little longerand the time spent awakegrew shorter and shorter;what is it that I am running from?And why, of all people,do I run to you? ~Lt