#charmdrops

Simple life is all I long for.

A thousand unread letters press against my ribs, aching for air

Days spent having picnics and picking flowers

We often tell people to stop and smell the flowers. Yet, no one stopped and feel the earth.

Somewhere between dust and candlelight, I became a part of the story

Put a little green in your life

Old books stitch the quiet together — their pages heavier with every lost year

In broken spines and dog-eared corners, my hands gather the ghosts of dreamers too stubborn to forget