I am in love with the splendor of the sun. Its kiss melts the walls of my soul, built up by past disappointments, and I am once again a child taking in the wonder of the world for the first time. I am found in the comfort it’s glow gifts me. This is what it means to be alive. 

her undoing disguised as a man.

the absence of you in my bed makes the summers a little less sweaty and the weight on my chest a little less heavy

Words are undoubtedly the most beautiful art form the universe has ever gifted us. This world's greatest sin could not compare to the soul-shattering disappointment that such a whimsical ferocity falls short amongst idle ears. There is more life in literature and purpose in publications than so many of us will ever begin to fathom. What a shame it is that we will never grasp the unmatchable wonder of a carefully sculpted phrase built on seemingly ordinary words because we are too busy searching for fulfillment in people and materialistic pleasures.