on & on

a fan spins slowly

struck by a sweet breeze

illuminated by the moonlight, shining

through an array  of tall trees

a puppy breathes softly

struck by a sweet dream

resting under the moonlight, shining

through all of the leaves

a girl sits quietly, struck by an awe

for the world spinning under her

forever rotating, on and on



and as she sat, she wondered. she wondered about the birds and the bees, she questioned everything from the deepest depths of the ocean to the tallest of the trees. the purpose of our existence, unknown yet we stay unquestioning. few take the time to turn past the first few pages of the book, to dive in and let the questions consume their whole being. these few are seen as crazy although she knows that this insanity that overcomes them and fills them up to the point of overflow, then shortly after, flood, should not be taken with a negative connotation but rather the most positive. for these few individuals are brave enough to remove the comfort that most allow shield their eyes from the truth and are truly able to see that we are so small and the world is so big. the galaxy is so big, the universe is so big and the unknown is infinite, at least, for now. the unknown will stay infinite if insanity continues to be frowned upon and the chase to quench the thirst of the unknown is forever unsatisfiable.

this morning, 7:07

7:07 November 22nd, 2016

the amount of sunrises I’ve seen in my lifetime has been minimal

but this morning i was lucky enough to be awoken by what i can only imagine is one of the most beautiful sunrises

it’s soft, tender glow cascading over the vast creation

and this morning i was lucky enough to find myself laying next to the most beautiful boy

awoken by his gentle touch, a reminder of his gentle soul

the soft, tender glow he constantly emanates casts a sweet spell over my body and mind.

a warm feeling seeped through me as i made my way to my  waiting car,

a new feeling

content; a state of peaceful happiness

and unlike the sunset, which was here one moment and gone the next

i wish for him to stay

forever awing me with his radiant body and mind.







How do you let go?

September 26th, 2016. 12:42 pm.

how do you let go of the last little bits and pieces of someone who was once your everything?

it’s for the better?

everything is changing

it’s for the better…

change is violent

ripping you away from everything you’ve ever known

change is soft

like a sweet kiss from someone new

it’s for the better.

how can new love bloom when old love blankets everything, a layer of snow

someday it won’t hurt, they say

why does it still hurt?






Rather than letting the fear of heartbreak control you, let the hope of love take over. Heartbreak is inevitable.

Though, pre heartbreak is love. A love that can resolve wars, a love that can cure any disease, love that can make you feel as if you have a purpose, a reason.

And post heartbreak comes a new strength, a strength strong enough to pick up the pieces. A strength kind enough to brush you off, remind you “you’re stronger than this, you’re better than this”. A strength hopeful enough to teach you to love yourself again, because it might have been lost in translation. A strength learned enough to remind you that being alone is okay & in order to love another you must first love yourself.

Love is always, always worth it. Allow love to course through your veins and inhabit your thoughts. Base your actions off of loving ethics & values. Your soul flourishes when fed love and watered hope. Life is too short to love softly & to be wary.

Heartbreak is inevitable and with heart break comes experience, comes intellect. The ability to love the right person, the right way. Some say that love makes life worth living. Don’t allow the fear of heartbreak control you, simply love & learn to love again.

Mary Jane

A girl by the name of Mary Jane

Sat in her room one rainy day

Next to the corner where she kneeled and prayed

Where she gave her thanks once everyday

And prayed to a God that she wished she knew

So she could ask if it all was true

The creation, the beauty, the magnificent views

But alas, her doubts will remain askew.

Daily Prompt: Tree

via Daily Prompt: Tree


Up up and away she would climb

Away into the branches of the wise old sycamore sedentary at the end of her street

A street that would go by the name of Lovers Lane

This name was sensible, as a result of the surplus of lovers who would rendezvous under the wise old tree

Though it never made sense to her

Why they would linger at the bottom, sharing kisses and conversing in hushed tones

She had never rendezvoused with any boys underneath the watchful branches of the old sycamore tree at the end of Lovers Lane

Instead she climbed

Climbed away her worries and endeavors

Climbed away her sorrows and her fears

There at the top she threw her hands high in the sky and let the wind carry her hair away from her face

Let the wind carry away her worries, endeavors, her sorrows and fears

And once she was done

She sat

On the last climbable branch

And while she sat, she thought

About all the foolish boys and girls who were missing out on one of life’s simplest pleasures

A pleasure that was learned only at the top of the wise old sycamore sedentary at the end of Lovers Lane

The ability to be alone

But to not feel alone.





Dear You

Dear you,

I’m writing this letter to let you know that I’m saying my final farewell.

Not for you, or us, but for me.

Physically, you’ve been gone for quite sometime.

Mentally, thoughts of you have been overwhelming.

But things have got to change.

Because this is the first day of my life,

That I’m not going to let you to hold me down.

No longer am I going to allow myself to be dismal about things out of my control.

You’re a chapter in my life that’s been closed for awhile,

Now it’s time for me to continue the story.





life after death

Life can be hard sometimes. Life can also be easy. But the difficulty of living fluctuates as we live on and on until the day we die. No one knows for sure what happens then. No one knows the difficulty of death. People like to think that they know, and maybe they even do. I sure as hell don’t know and don’t expect to until the time comes. Maybe it’s nothing, but it could be everything.