Niagara Falls, September 1942

2024.08.21

Yann chuckled.
“Treasure hunt, uh? Coming from you Tim, I’m surprised. Didn’t think your king needed another sapphire on his crown!”
Sir Timothy smiled and shook his head.
“Gold, Yann. Gold that’s been waiting, lost in the wilderness.”

💔

2024.08.07

I knew what I was getting into when I started. I knew what I would be losing.

But fuck. I didn’t expect it would hurt so godamn much.

poetry scraps #5

2024.08.05

Hey girl, it’s me again
Always thinking too much,

Always afraid to overstep
Wondering about that leap of faith

And we seem to have it good
Around you I feel alive again
But I can’t see what’s on the road

What’s next lies behind a curtain
All the banter and no pushback
Still I’m never sure if you like me back
Sometimes curled up I let my mind wander

But then I call it back, too afraid it’s a goner
I thought such fears were in the past
I’d given up, that die was cast
I thought l’d never get another chance at this
Life was always less hit and more miss

But here I am, butterflies in my head
Wondering if fate is really this kind
Doubting the truth of what I see
Wondering
If you really like me