emily jones

my sister & I

some words that have been said echo in my head the way memories come & go when senses ebb & flow

I have been told is worth in weight. cross my heart, cross my legs. away with tails, back to using my head.
no time to waste, too tired of everything to rest.

chances ~ changes. good < goodness. less = more.
crisp winds on my cheeks, solid steps in my BOOTS
cut the cookie, type the stereo, pickle the tip
this still means everything to me & it feels good to finally start to get what I want.
this still feels good to me & it means everything to finally start to get what I want.

there is a knot in my hair that I cant get off my mind : just like the grocery countertop : it sees everything in store & still needs more, all the bad with the good & keeps going like it should