as solid as air in
my throat
like
you spoke
of such dreamscapes
since fallen by
waysides
in landslides we scrape
for earth’s
surface
to find nothing above us
but time.
hands in the garden
reflection + romance + release
as solid as air in
my throat
like
you spoke
of such dreamscapes
since fallen by
waysides
in landslides we scrape
for earth’s
surface
to find nothing above us
but time.
hands in the garden 
wonderful! ❤