Artist Credit/IG: @no_i.d.707

How people like you and I

have gazed into the windows

of black serpents with opalescent eyes.

Few wonder how death is so beautiful,

her form and her sound.

The warmth felt in the release from

holding onto things

we never really wanted in the first place — and so one of

the things we did consistently

was choose ourselves last.

• 
  Closest Distance
  Chastened chest Constricted congestion, Coughing up confessions Of fermented love For you. The contagious Brightness of your eyes Compete with The wildfires of mine Time and time Again We lose seconds When choosing our First choice last.
• Unpublished shit
  How you shatter through me Like the conversation piece Spoken of but not to How you believe I fade into The shadows of neglect Yet I shimmer violently Without meaning to And I have half a mind to ask for pardon… How these bruised knuckles Have hardened Into the softener of calloused hearts I weep… Read more: Unpublished shit
• Petals + Leaves
  Hugs — To embrace space is to hug infinity What they don’t tell you about the expansion journey…They say that you can’t take items with you and that some people won’t be able to join you in where you’re going. What they fail to inform you is that some of those people includes all of… Read more: Petals + Leaves
• Hyphens
  what do you do when you’re caught between your In-betweens?
• A Beauty Born Internally
  A butterfly never witnesses the beauty of its own vibrant wings