kinda

kinda

  i kinda want to sit in your car and talk about nothing and everything. you scroll through your favorite indie artists, i pretend to listen so i can hold your hand. i ask you about your dreams and passionate things, so i can follow your eyes, and watch as they burn as bright as [...]

The Fickleness of Summer

The Fickleness of Summer

Summer fickleness; turbulent currents ocean spray; brine tickling my nose soft sand crunching beneath my bare toes; dodging glass and cigarette butts sun glistening on my exposed skin; revealing imperfection to malicious eyes. Summer's festinate breeze cools the passion, the hurried love, bringing forth death and decay, washing away the smiles and tanning oil. Here [...]