a teardrop into
puddles,
a breeze become
slow breath,
the sigh into one’s
heavy hands
a whisper shy
of death.
hands in the garden
reflection + romance + release
a teardrop into
puddles,
a breeze become
slow breath,
the sigh into one’s
heavy hands
a whisper shy
of death.
hands in the garden 
Death is only thing that seems like it’s able to freeze the molecules in the air
well articulated
Love this 🖤
Thanks. It’s uncluttered. Nice to see you around. )
Hoping to be back full time asap. I have a lot of reading to catch up on! 😊🖤