breakfast in bed

7 hours is a lot nowadays

and i woke up craving eggs

i woke up craving

to write

to film

to read

to make

to scream

to breathe 

and watch over cities 

to ride

to lay

to gaze

to dance 

to glance

and sing 

and walk

with a spotless haze 

and your hand in mine


Recent Posts

See All

juniper child these moments when the figments of your mind align with an orbiting truth when the sun is ruthless in hugging all that is stained with disobedient chatter or flattered with wind kisses c

no, i might not get you the moon but know that i’ll love you trying