poetry

imagine the ending flying home november again towards myself limitless unbound ready for more skipping over the painful bits with abandon and vigor this is not the time for regrets…

i want to live i want to live in the mountains among the pines and snow where eagles streak the sky and white smothers all sound and despair is blanketed…

patterns l e t t e r s patterns expressing e mo tion more random than not more clear at times than syntax overthinking over word ing this then is…