she is the hands behind the paintbrush the eyes behind the lens collecting beauty, creating a life she loves she is soaring sky-blue eyes honey brown curls a beauty unlike anyone else she is effortless, enduring patience taking smaller hands in hers to show them all they can and will do she is the first [...]
twenty two feels like messy cursive, ink to paper, the pen never coming off the page to breathe. breathing would mean stopping for a moment and missing a blurry, beautiful, unremarkable, magical, infuriating day. racing home to scribble down an idea before it slips away. dreams won’t move, can’t move unless you do. curled up crying [...]
Bridget Cook 