I know you and you know me.
wish we could turn back time.
it took thirteen beaches to find one empty but finally it’s mine, with dripping peaches i’m camera ready almost all the time.
being pretty with the prettiest.
laid to rest all my confessions I gave way back when now I’m versed in so much worse.
lay me down, let the only sound be the overflow, pockets full of stones.
trying to make the world a better place... for plants.
if you ask me why it’s so hard to come home, the answer is right here.