Within the lush greenery of our youth
We hid—knowing we could conquer the world, one kiss at a time
As the wolf chases the butterfly
So we chased our dreams into the ether, knowing that the moon could not be so far as the sky
charlie never gets old.
his blue eyes,
and orange soul–they always mean well
he’ll always say hello.
on cambridge st, in cambridge, ma Continue reading a moment
Orange shells crackling
Under metal— was it worth it for the crab?
His smell floods my nostrils,
His taste sweet in my mouth:
Fresh, full, fragrant.
It’s quite nauseating
thinking about the future.
Where will we go? What will we do?
Is there more
than just the job?
Sunshine in the lovett quad
The smell of coffee at chaus
“Toasted everything bagel with cream cheese!”
Adapted and paraphrased from C.S. Lewis’ book “A Grief Observed”
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.
