untitled a while ago, maybe not too long ago...

I can't remember the last time my heart rested in trust.

I can't recall the last time i found a face like yours that i couldn't re-imagine, even in my dreams

I forget the last time beauty called my name.

God is calling beauty, You are beauty, I am beauty.

I don't remember the last time I felt confident in the swift, shifting evening.

Storms are heavy. Winds are high. Anchors in the sea, keep me close to home.

I recommend breathing to any of those who doubt, to any of those who lose hope,
time is an illusion to those who count, count it as if it mattered whether they kept it, whether they forgot it. To us, time is meaningless if we live where we are.