the blue behind your eye is the kind of sadness where with one glance, i can see past your eyes just like watching the white clouds idly pass by...

Yesterday when my dad grabbed me by My body and handed me to my mom, they threw me Out onto the sidewalk to give their energy to Precious orchids that laid around their house.

on a night like this // i can’t sleep // the street light seeps through the blinds // sending the bending lines on my walls

"the sky looks like a painting" is not how i want to describe spring when spring is its own shade of color.

In honor of February, being famously known as the month of my mother’s birthday (at least in my household) and LOVE, I wanted to write a love letter to THE MOST IMPORTANT WOMAN in my family.