For all the rough skies we’ve gone through, the hurdles enough to keep us from surviving – the countless times we tried to hold it together only to see it fall apart. They who left and never returned / the kind ones who took us in. And to the ones who failed to show us what we’re worth of, never forget the time it took for you to let go. And forgive. To the many times you’ve loved, and the many moments shared with others whom may not have cared to give acknowledgment to your value. Stay what you are, live and follow your love 🗻


Last night

I dreamed of climbing trees with a boy.


Crossing the threshold,

                Both hands hung on.

There is no going back to the bruises and stronghold of trees to climb and memories that hung by . . Till next timeimg_20170227_173131