
a collection of writings, excerpts, poetry, unsent messages, photos, loss, and love
Fluid, ambient, shifting like water. Smelling your old friend’s perfume in the late autumn breeze on a Thursday afternoon. Eating a mango with your hands, feeling the sticky juice coat your fingers, feeling alive in the gentle caress of a midday sun. A slight glance into a mind when you lie on your bed and listen to a ten minute song with your eyes completely shut. Choosing to love.