a dreamers lament

of non-conformity

it is from ourselves we run

a travelers lament

soft looks good on you

softer and softer, herein lies my strength

slow burns

of incandescent lovers

sweets for you, my love

of the romance of reluctant lovers

– of volcanic hearths

of smouldering fires

Broken Friendships 2

-of new cycles and old lovers & friends

i was taught to never make eye contact

- of everyday escapism

amidst the smoke, drums and fire- heal, I plead.

prose and verse on intergenerational trauma and healing

-ripples

Photo prose: of the beautiful, soft and magical