a nomad kind of

POETRY

some things are meant to go quietly. the wind knows. the leaves understand. and now, so do i. isn’t that enough? the roads we marked down, hoping to travel but never did. birthday month! birthday month! 🎈 i hit a wall. im not sure. been dreaming of moonlit nights on lonesome beaches lately 🌝 my 2022. That enchanting thing we see and see again but never truly know. 🦢 just a little 🤍 You will ache, but you will not break. just as you are always golden to me. could have been. mystifying and mysterious. maybe, just maybe. thousands, thousands of them. 🌅 still you are my solace. here’s a little love letter 💌 life is as sweet as a cinnamon swirl ✨ Swipe to read ➡️ spite. Swipe to read ➡️ Through all of it, your love endures. 🤎 Swipe to read ➡️ Loving you from afar. Swipe to read ➡️ Just a wish. Swipe to read ➡️ Life is a cup full of all that is beautiful✨ Swipe to read ➡️ You and your ways 🤎