Sometimes I just want to be old. Sitting out on my porch watching the waves crash in. Sipping on sweet tea. My hair sparkling with silver. With you sitting by my side. Filled with stories and sentimentality. For now I keep trying to make the best moments to look back on.
Do you want to go somewhere and talk?
The way it all begins and then the way it all ends (via nickmiller
Don’t read into it, if there is something to be told it will be.
Rakishi, “Things my father wouldn’t say” cir. 1913. (via 1924us
I played with fire
and I got burned.
But, with time,
these wings will heal.
I’ll never stop
chasing the sun.
She waits for me.