“I’ll find repose in new ways, though I haven’t slept in two days ;’cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone.
But drenched in vanilla twilight, I’ll sit on the front porch all night— waist-deep in thought because when I think of you I don’t feel so alone.
As many times as I blink, I’ll think of you tonight.
When violet eyes get brighter, and heavy wings grow lighter—I’ll taste the sky and feel alive again.”
Taken by Paige Janosi. Me before dreads. <3
