Poetry and quote image archive.

i face forth for the meadow in the eve the sullen breeze of everything i could be and everything i am now in these moments where everything turns and flips and we’re breaking blue like mountains in the distance the curv…

in the spin of this the sky of clouds colors and hues i usually do not belong to and i feel you in the crystals the droplets the ice forming slowly on windows and the sky feels so brisk like everything outside is asking…

i relic in the woods of mountains at the edge how i slip beside words and conversation the little things the movement the reasons we take what we do and leave what we don’t like somehow the body knows what the mind stil…

i release into questions of movement like hands resting beside my waist as i pace through this existence wondering how much of myself i have already passed along the way i make amends in this life with the parts of myse…

in time of this the sky feels a type of darkness one that can touch and peek through the edges of where we stand and the stars they sit along the curve of where we skip on sidewalks like children who never learned that …

i exist in this type of bliss where mountains move and i transcend into little bits of words that were said sentences that linger and fill the thoughts of everything i never had the chance to say like pieces of conversa…

i write through words of you the darkest parts of where i still feel the shadows of night like crisp mornings against my skin the coldness the pull the way the wind speaks our names softer than the feeling it leaves whe…

i rake the leaves of what we had stuck between paragraphs of what we could have been the sentences we started and the words we somehow left between them i find myself here by where i sit watching the mountains move in t…

i find that we wade in our silences for far too long a moment where everything blurs like pauses between train tracks with trains still coming and the stations passing by each year i feel you reeling all this time like …

i find myself here by where we left it the wind on my skin the scent of the evening the melancholy feeling of something so empty yet somehow so fulfilling i find time in this in the way i made this the way i wanted it t…