I realize I waste a lot of time comparing myself to nothing, and nothing good comes out my comparisons to myself for nothing.
The land I can't parallel when I recall with a weak command is rich in shades of dusty blues, icy greens, and sand.
"Someone will take issue with you grow more into yourself. That is the blessing with wisdom, isn’t it?"
the face of the miles
living in denial is my simple trick.
The headspace I live in; it hauntingly taunts.
the ones able to deal
that ruins you till bed.
it must be
You'd think it's better to see the trees for the forest or the other way around. I'm not sure, how that saying works, but I like it because it's mysterious and beautiful.