France, Spain, England, and Turkey. So broke with so many places I belong to. The snowy weather makes my heart blurry. It's time for my own internal coup.
Far off places, exotic daydreams. Everything's within my grasp. I'll make it a reality by all means, the surety of it is in my handclasp.
Istanbul's Hagia Sophia, Paris's Saint Chapelle, the temples of Cambodia, all preserved without a bombshell.
The distant miracle of the world's art only adds to my bleeding heart.
the sound of my dad’s guitar playing his favorite chords the typing of my mom’s fingers going through family records the smell of the ceramics studio full of the kiln, dust and glaze the running home
it’s the little things they always say like how you listen more than you ever have before or how you stopped opening my car door like how you squeeze me tighter in our hugs or how you don’t answer me
I cant remember the last photo i took maybe it was a mountain maybe my niece maybe myself maybe you looking away no matter what it was it’s the last thing my lense has seen which means it means everyt