Droplets of whiskey
perfume the air as the winter...
When people talk about raising their kids,
it's a strange concept...
the sun was caught
on a tree branch...
12/02/2017
My eyes searched for something bright...
Im
Nothing...
crying
weeping...
A steady drizzle of rain dances
ceaselessly throughout...
Think
of every cell in your body...
Red is my color
my fragrance is sweet...
This land is not
mine or...
Living is not to learn
but it is to return...
...but I was never a dreamer
until you puffed into me...