i hope that these colder months are warmer than you feel, and that love permeates through. i hope that joy persists, that your mind is kind to you. i hope that this season is sweeter than the last

You will meet people who will teach you love in its safest and purest form.

I came, I saw, I got anxious, I left

that shit hurted but ima act like idc

something i wish i had realized earlier: you can write poems on the same subject more than once. you can write, paint, draw the same thing over and over if you want to. you can spend your whole life making art about oranges. i think i always felt this pressure to get it right the first time like i couldn’t go back and use that inspiration again. but you can. you can go back and revisit it. you can pick up the conversation again and again if you have more to say.