There is peace in my soul,
when I rest my eyes on the hills where...

I let the rain massage my shoulders,
untying the knots in my back...

I am waiting for him.
Not the handsome stranger...

Deep, night blue is longing,
expressions bearing no paint...

you never cared for blueberries,
even when they were fresh, a deep purple...

Blurry is what I see
in front of me...

Trigger warning: eating disorder...

This body talks and interrupts
- my peace...

My mouth hovers over this keyboard,
dissecting a hidden keynote...

I am becoming more bold,
even if I'm the only one to notice...

I barely remember today
or yesterday...

Suddenly,
I have this itching...