60 degree christmas? yeah. you heard it right.

It’s beginning to look a lot like…
oh wait.
just kidding.
it’s 60 degrees on Christmas Eve.
goodbye white Christmas.


because. poems.

our souls are so fragile.
minds; wild.
desires; raging.
our souls are so fragile.
a word misspoken;
intentions misread.
the world is our battlefield;
our swords, we draw.
abandoning what matters;
how to love another
whose hearts are as dark as our own.
tongues; destruct.
and our eyes; resent-
all along
our souls are so fragile.