The raindrops flood through your waterfall-like strands, reminding me that you are not my dream. Though, you look almost dream-like, but not nearly reminiscent of a fictional tale or a pathetic, melancholy rendition of our naivety. You stand in front of my doorframe cold, but the flame in your eyes…

*all writing pieces originally from Instagram @mi.haloes* “moon man” My dearest mister moon man, I have been counting the stars and their sisters, their ancestors and descendants, that lay far across the milky way. I holler to you, sending my dearest wishes in the form of a century-long awaited comet…

*all writing pieces originally from Instagram @mi.haloes* “good (bad) nights” Cremate me along with the sins I am anchored to. Watch the embers whisk into the night that shys from the lime-light, but remains dominate without fail. Bury me along with the burdens that sink me into the ground, cracked and…

*all writing pieces originally from Instagram @mi.haloes* “the conjunction/venus eyes” As the stars flood the waterfalls of your Venus eyes, the twinkling union surrounds my presence with your grace. Jupiter and its moons hover amongst your serenity, calling from beyond the hidden shores in the Appalachians, calling from the rivers and their…

Deep breaths followed her crystal heels through the grand hallways. Each tile embroidered with the history of the marble; the sweat and the despondencies of the merchants. The loyal and admiring merchants. The now desperate and hopeful merchants. In her prior months, the princess with a golden embrace overtook her…

A little older and little wiser, I lay in my bed typing onto my document, envisioning that my long-known relatives may read this. And yet still I stay wrapped within my blanket, recalling to the ten years ago when I hid inside of it with frightened tears overflowing. …

I search for the pockets of light lost within your eyes, a shallow ocean that glimmers with the rising abyss of the sea, harvesting the bewildered currents that bring in restlessness and conformity. Amongst the composition of your essence that lay with the obstacles that you have faced; I merely…

To not be afraid is a harmless proclamation; to uphold the strength behind one’s integrity can be overbearing. …

The seams of our tomorrow stitch together half-heartedly, An untold story that aches within the embrace of another. I peer upon the prairies that spread across my periphery from the gold gates of our kingdom, which crumble and collapse under every waking sun. It hurts to see it fall ever so gracefully…