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sunset to sunrise.

i stood beneath a shivering sunset, wrapped in the soft brutality of its fading light i listened to the night life heralding the coming stars, and i remembered all the wishes we’d made from cold balconies on lonely evenings, all the promises that were whispered even...

i live in the lyrics.

it’s funny, the things remembered most too often, i exist in a dream-like state, pictures flooding in because some song on the radio insisted that i hadn’t reminisced  in far too long like, the way hank williams songs remind me of learning to drive...

moon child.

they call her moon child, the girl with a midnight soul and an anxious heart she listens to their soft hum music as they sing songs to the forest trees about all her phases, the way she moves between new moon voodoo and full moon magic, the way she knows all your...

hidden things.

everyone has secrets hers are buried in fields where buttercups weep because the sun hasn’t graced their faces in far too long everyone has stories hers bloom along the lonely river, beside the winding road, on a path of stardust lined in daisies and dandelions...