Orange like the sunsets
when waiting for the
boom of the space shuttle
while a family stood in their driveway.
Orange like Rothko's painting
that thought me how to feel
while I wandered through
my emotions.
Orange like the mix between the sun, the sand, and the rock where angles stood in Zion; while I witnessed pure beauty.
the sound of my dad’s guitar playing his favorite chords the typing of my mom’s fingers going through family records the smell of the...
it’s the little things they always say like how you listen more than you ever have before or how you stopped opening my car door like how...
I cant remember the last photo i took maybe it was a mountain maybe my niece maybe myself maybe you looking away no matter what it was...
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