A phone call

A tap on the shoulder

A tweet


Two people moving in the night

Two minds meeting

Two hearts feeling all the feels

This is what it feels like to


A new trail

A new year

A new relationship

Let it light up the world

Let it set this world on fire.

Letters to a Young Poet

Young-Poetto have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language.

Don’t search for the answers,

which could not be given to you now,

because you would not be able to live them.

And the point is, to live everything.

Live the questions now.

Perhaps, then, someday far in the future,

you will gradually, without even noticing it,

live your way into the answer.

by Rainer Maria Rilke

On Trees

On-Trees_miniOne day my boyfriend and I came across a really good tree.

I sat on one of its U-shaped branches, strong and smoothed with age.

As I was sitting there he said, “Being a young tree is hard.”

There it was, its thin branches growing tentatively on the edge of the path, reaching up to get its footing.

It awakened many thoughts.

How I am a young tree.

We put down roots and build strong arms for holding things.

We seek a way to flourish and last.

For some reason, that tree made me feel better.

Like the tree,

Maybe this hard part just means I am on my way.