My dearest Clementine,
When sweet, fermented juices trickle down my throat I often think back to the day we first met. I remember fondly of the bright golden light of the first summer dawn and the new...
When the darkness falls it feels as though it consumes the light, you're shaking and aching trying to pry your way out. It starts to consume and it suffocates until you can't breathe or see or feel a thing,...
Springtime breezes
Blooming pear
Birds are chirping
Planes in air
Not a cloud
My eyes did see
My heart is full
I'm breathing free
Grass that lives
And dirt that splendors
Moments...
