Friday, June 14, 2013

Thursday, June 6, 2013

under the butterfly bush

i have no idea what i'm doing here. raptors aside, i've never been birds' biggest fan. i despise pigeons so much that sometimes (especially when they're sullying my car) i secretly want to punt those rats with wings. this morning's different though. i'm sitting on the grass in suburbia, inwardly rooting for a bird's survival.



Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Monday, June 3, 2013

hazard

a day comes along, & you're blind-sided. you are betrayed. you can never go back. your image of the person in whom you've so deeply believed--it's never the same. you can never get the answers you want nor find the closure you need. these are the risks of loving.