Yesterday i carved your name into the surface of an ice cube then held it against my chest til it melted into my aching pores today i cried so hard the neighbors knocked on my door and asked if I wanted to borrow some sugar.

I’ve written this poem before but always through a window, never through an open door.

Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground.

You can have a cold war with yourself, even in the summertime

If a tree fell in the forest, and you were the only one there to hear it; if its fall to the ground didn’t make a sound, would you panic in fear that you didn’t exist, or would you bask in the bliss of your nothingness?

Know you belong here. You belong here and everything you feel is okay.

We all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe.