almost morning

it's almost morning 

little talks and the sound of your voice

trying not to feel

but it's much too late for that

i'll now be posting my little writings that are poemish but are not poems under little nothings. yes, i said poemish. 

same and not the same

Back to this point again

But it’s different

Weaker then

Distorted in the city

Creating my own world

Starting new

Picture- Me, myself, and I

wanting souls

I remember going to the flea market and being completely in love with all the treasures to look at. I remember being able to pick out a few things here and there. It was nice. It was a full day filled with exploring. It was just grandma and I, searching for something to call our own and bring home. Were we searching for things? Searching for memories? Two souls searching for more, I will always be like my grandma, searching for more. 



First picture- Here
Second- Not sure! Want credit? Let me know.

finding happiness in the cracks

There are multiple lines

Some are deeper than others

Some run along the edges

Some are right down the middle

But, they are not in separate parts

Holding on and strong 

They add beauty

Character, even.

-AM