Hannah opened her eyes upon this new world. The trees bore purple and yellow fruit. Mushrooms glowed a vibrant blue all around her. Mortal afterlife was ravishing with exuberant colors.

The sun setting over the mountain.

The everchanging forest.

Waves hitting the sand.

The laugh of a baby.

The smell of fresh pancakes.

The smell of old books.

You

Everyone.

Keep to yourself unless your gifts are wanted. Hold them tight until the admirable swindles and strips them from you, leaving you with a mechanical soul. A soul of routine.

So real, but can't hold in your hand. Real is like holding hands. Maybe clock hands. Time will tell u there's enough. When there's time for LIFE, that's Something Beautiful.

I love you

I see you

I'm proud of you

You are doing a really good job, even when it is hard

I just called to say hi, that's all.

Sitting in the blinding desert light, watching a distant storm march across the desert. Purples, and blues, so powerful, beautiful, and humbling. How tiny am I, in mother natures' scheme.

A warm wind blows down from the mountains and the beach grass flutters like party decorations, the vibrant green blades tremble against one another, a summer song of the wetlands.

that's the beauty of it

she said

i don't have to be

the perfect woman

swallowing commercials

for razors and mascara

i am beautiful as me

defying every double standard

Dark blue skies above look down

Twinkling star lights are all around

Water rushes up onto the sand

We lay with each other, hand in hand.

Perfect Sounds. Perfect Beauty.

A starry night turns into a dewy morn.

The birds wake and feed their newborn.

The deer are at the pastures edge

As the fox watches sleepily from the hedge.