The beauty
in the
world isn’t
what we
see but
rather the
random that
we witness
for isn’t
that glee
Wind
If I
were to
return back
I’d consider
coming but
only as
the wind
for to
be the
hidden force
which moves
other things
is itself
a divinity
Pieces
A world
of broken
things and
of promises
now spent
putting together
pieces of
what once
had been
chucked into
the bin
having seen
better days
❄️
Life is
a snowflake
frail and
only ever
seen once
delicate and
deliciously unique
come now
let us
catch as
many as
we can
on tongue
and relish
in the
taste of
sweet serenity
Little
I do
not know
what there
is not
to love
once you’ve
learned to
love yourself
