jokes to spilling hearts out / memories folding into a book / written by two

The cloud was getting away. The adventurer scurried back up to the road, as the sky grew ever bluer above.

I’m fading

“But where do we hide her?”
“Under the tree, I brought a shovel.”

Popcorns and peanuts! Freaks and flying, / lions get loose, creatures of all kinds; / Don’t Tell Anyone!

The sun blossomed across a clear sky. As it unfurled itself to its full height, a breeze began to stir.

Tick Tock / It’s you on the clock / The time stops / And you / Stay

To this day, I still think about it, and I feel happy every time I've reminded myself how much I weighed in my heart when I did so.

It's about that time / Where we finally meet

He tenses his eyes shut, then flies them open, forehead wrinkled, a strand of dark--always dark--hair straying. The ceiling. He’s lost.

Each page covered in pictures, polaroids of people, young and old. Each page a spread of memories traded for food and shelter.

Will I picture my younger self, to discover only a head bowed over books, buying a path ahead in life? I sigh, because I know this is what life demands from me.

Flowers bloomed, the sun brightened, and a new life was born. Before the soul entered the body, there was a promise made between the two: make this life meaningful.

You live in the skies / Yet you reach down for the earth / You have more than us / But you grab at the little you don’t have / To you / Not having a little / Is the same as having nothing.

six years old walking by the dying garden, singing the poem painted on the old gate.

bring flowers, bring flowers, not roses but lilies in showers…