his eyes held a great depth to them that i could not quite put my finger on. you could get lost in searching for the sorrow in them but you could see the light in them just as much. his eyes were evergreen - timeless, beautiful, and holy. his eyes gave me life. they told … Continue reading evergreen.

the process

i held on to everything he said like his words were my oxygen yet he was the one who took my breath away how ironic that the one who made me the happiest is also the one who stripped me of all joy warmth from the sunlight turned into a cool breeze on my face … Continue reading the process