the brown empty branches look like family from far away from close up you see the space between wandering in the fog of my own

Reclaiming my inner badass at 50
the brown empty branches look like family from far away from close up you see the space between wandering in the fog of my own
If you think I’m writing about you, I am. Take it as fate. Take it as the universe screaming at you. Take it as your
The space between us has gotten wider Our disapproval for each other scarier The eco-system of social media was supposed to balk distances To bring
Heaven and hell You and me Air thick with lust and greed Temporary pleasures Forever memories I choose you Come closer Feel me breathe Your
Throughout the month of September, I will be providing a daily writing prompt based on the title of a well-regarded book where the main character