i love the way that sunlit patches on the ground never stay stagnant and the way the cornstalks dance in the wind

how can i? these walls are my skin, this room is my heart. besides, i have a sister

tonight the air feels warm and orange and the clouds look like seashells

shedding my summer skin, light conversations about flowers currently in bloom, blurry memories of something that is just out of reach

in another life we are two hummingbirds drinking sugar water from the same feeder

somehow i always return to the version of myself that exists solely in the summertime. i like being with her as she seems to be the only one who truly understands. we see through each other’s eyes and she reminds me of what i’d forgotten about since we last met

sometimes i feel the need to be pressed flat like a flower in a book

cucumbers and current joys music from the 2010s

if i could just go back and visit the old house once more, there would be nothing left but the memories will always remain

and i hope the remainder of this month brings newfound freckles and small pockets of joy

the birds don’t care who u are or what u have done

i hope this july is nice to u and i