green memories disappear underneath the leaves of time. pale-limbs and pretty boys who whistle in rhyme, i found peace, eventually. i found clarity while unearthing secrets bound in twine.✨
green memories
Tag: photography
the lock
you promised to meet me here, by the pier, alongside the dying trees, and across the dancing leaves that drift off the ledge, and plunge with a whistle and scream. elated, i waited: may he be tender, may he be sweet, may the young man come to me, and sweep me off my feet. daunted [...]
collapsing into myself
collapsing into myself, im beginning to enjoy time alone, with myself. is it healthy to savor the sounds of perfect, rippling silence? doesn’t the air taste more fresh, more sprung with life, when it’s a party of one? is the space i create between twisted trees, an alcove of missing and found things, more important [...]
visionaries
how ever you acknowledge the claim, we are more than visionaries, we are more of the same. we trace saline letters across heavy-lidded skies littered with airplanes and we do more than just lie, we truly pretend we are okay; so adept at our facades, as if it has been engrained🍁🍂
the same rhyme
my heart flutters, to have found someone, who speaks in the same rhyme;it must be paradise because lightening has struck twice 💕✨
Mecca-Amirah Jackson 