dreamscaped
tiny white flowers sprung up from the spaces between the railroads, forming a path that led nowhere & everywhere.
lovely lonely saturdays spent wandering the streets, imploring faces for stories and inhaling last night's cigarette smoke.
they arranged themselves in an intimate configuration, jumbling limbs and hair and kisses. a comfortable closeness enveloped them, and they fed off of each other's exhaustion.
she was free with her kisses, planting them on lonely cheeks and forlorn noses. she distributed them with kind and loving intentions and gave more than she gained.
there's something inherently magical and beautiful about planting seeds and waiting patiently for the first sign of a straggly green sprout. caring for the tiny sapling, nurturing it, loving it.
she put herself in her past, replaying past memories like an old film. the reel was scratched in places, and some scenes were entirely made up to reflect her regrets and dreams.