When I don’t wake up at 8:30am it’s because the moon touched my hands and caressed my face, the waves gently whispered my name, and the stars told me their secrets all night.

-an ode to Jack Johnson’s ‘Banana Pancakes’ and CardlinAudio’s ‘Wake Up Slow’

Just a Memory

We whispered our dreams under the covers, starlight on our breath


You looked at me like no one else had seen me before


I looked at you with a kind of happiness I hadn’t felt in years


Fate turned her head and shut her ears,

just for us and our dreams.