Understand, I’ll slip quietly
Away from the noisy crowd
When I see the pale
Stars rising, blooming over the oaks
I’ll pursue solitary pathways
Through the pale twilit meadows,
With only this one dream:
You come too.
an amateur writer, photographer, and designer; a sleeper, a reader, a walker, a liver (not in the organ-sense).
loves: fruit, witty remarks, music, dwarf tulips, light sage green, and watching the sky.
can't survive without: water, sunshine, love, my family & friends.