yes. I heard you.

how fine the day

this one time I saw it all so clearly

a shift of emotional intelligence

delicate baubles of truth

too eager, too much

unraveling our shoulds

how. why. when. discover.

despair & the calling to know how

under the fire of discretion

you may refuse predictability

you don’t have to be too sweet

blue moon over Easter dawn

care of the tiny heart buds

it’s ok to wish upon stars