a ghost used to fill my room

screaming in my ear, scaring me out of my dreams

holding cold fear above me
i thought the move would change everything,
but now it's you keeping me awake.
i can't sleep with
the ghost of you in my bed

i felt it yesterday

pressed against me as lightning cracked

my room filled with silver light 

and my heart consumed by craving

can i have her life?

in my dreams this is what my life will look like....

 head over heels via dress design decor

heartbroken, in disrepair

it is decidedly so

he consulted the magic eight ball to see if we should do it. he appologized for not being better prepared (clearly he hasn't seen the inside of an eagle's nest). but no need for concern, I was a girl scout. He said the he and i had gotten heavy somewhere along the way. I told him he had done that, and he agreed, but didn't allow that to change the fact that there was more weight behind the question he was now asking the magic eight ball.

in the morning, before he left for work, in the blue 6 am light, he surveyed the walls of my room and wished i had adorned them with more of my own work. i couldn't do anything for him in that moment, but here, now i can give him these...

a welcoming home

i feel like i have been living in transit, montana, moving, vegas. it's been great, but i am now eager to get back into the swing of reality. escape is perfection, but i lack patience for transitions. 

but the weekends away were worth these moments when i feel like i am feverishly searching for normalcy.