I want to be delicate. I want to feel soft and hold the light in my heart like candle dripping with sizzling wax, the scent rising slow and low just like the lone string of smoke. I want to be unknown and beautiful and kind, I want my life to be a tale and rosy cheeks and innocent kisses, caught glances and vinyl records playing late at night. I want to be soft but I want to be real.
“I realize there’s something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they’re experts at letting things go.”— Jeffrey McDaniel
