Returning Home

I had three years of sunlight, years of it got better, and I was free from the place I had begun to believe would always be where I should be. I'm walking a familiar path overgrown as it always was, and the icy breeze moves the leaves every so slightly, but the sun always caught … Continue reading Returning Home


You Told Me To Believe

I am a lost boy, the song lingers and I dream. Dream of laughter and peace quiet moments stolen in the the breaks of dawn, and I believed. Now the words you spoke sit on repeat, repeatedly breaking me. The grace we once held, lost in the snow of scratched records that you swore was … Continue reading You Told Me To Believe