it looked beautiful from high up but it was even more beautiful up close nothing can compare to its beauty music, art, street life, people every encounter sweeter than the last i sat there, quietly as i said goodbye to the city i love — i will come back for you
weeks have passed and here i stand it’s been the fourth flight the twentieth encounter with a new face one too many destinations to count and the healing goes on i miss you of course i do and this will remain an unspoken truth i love you i always do it’s something that will alwaysContinue reading “the healing”
he loves me, he loves me not. i’m caught in between my own heartstrings, and i can’t seem to connect the dots.
toronto; urban playground — catch the spirit of this generation and find yourself going up and down the streets of this urban playground edmonton; rustic reminiscence — breathe in the familiar as time stands still in this ever comforting town san francisco; canvas — let the vibrance and energy of this beautiful city fill theContinue reading “cities”
Going somewhere unfamiliar has always been a challenge within the idea of itself. The very thought of leaving leaves us lonely and nostalgic, but there might have been some things that they forgot to tell you about leaving behind the familiar. You can never truly find what you are looking for in the midst ofContinue reading “The Airport Effect”
hidden tears and quiet questioning of what no longer is the consciousness of this comes and goes the gray matter in between never existed with you you made me shine my brightest, the sun would have been offended and all the while you made me feel my most vulnerable the oceans have produced the strongestContinue reading “black & white”
i have the ability to cause mini explosions brought about by feelings that i thought were long gone like a small hand grenade i was lit up — brought to life by your smile, your presence i was thrown in the air — felt like i was flying at the touch of your hand andContinue reading “grenade”
like the change in seasons that causes leaves to turn brown the smallest of realizations initiated by a melody, a word or a feeling has the power to turn the reality i know upside down