I WANT BEAUTIFUL THINGS
Things that heal.
Things like watercolor sunsets and ripe strawberries bursting in my mouth. Like moon light draped over bedroom walls, crisp bed sheets on freshly shaved legs, and icy coffee swirling inside my throat. I want beautiful things like reading poetry by candlelight and dancing in the dark to all the nostalgia trapped inside my chest. Like eating gallons of chocolate ice cream in one sitting, sleeping in without feeling guilty, and forgetting the sound
of your voice.
- that poetry witch










