purgatory

8.23.2019. a lady holding onto her husband’s arm. he has one closed eye, a cigarette sticking out of his mouth, and a slanted grin. as long as they’re together, they skip on heavenly clouds. a man with bright blonde hair, wearing a backback decorated in dirt. he looks at me like we’re past life friends.

peace is wished

sometimes it’s hard to see people as they are. with all this light, comes shadow energy that we choose to ignore. because love doesn’t know darkness. despite the snakes circling around our purity, peace is wished for them. and for me.