beloved
February 8, 2015 § 2 Comments
I write you in the space between my dreams and consciousness, just as the light crests the darkness I press my mind against memories and fight the clarity of your absence. For just a moment, I am less myself and more my own.
scribblechic 
Simple and deep, poetry and prose.
Thank you, Andy. I adore this space for the freedom to exhale into snippets of fleeting thoughts with the same extravagance I unfurl longer musings.