the clarity a balcony in the summer brings:


last night it’s almost as if the world had decided to purge the hate that we had learned to carry on our backs.


rain and warmth mixed together.

hanging on the leaves around us.

we sat across from each other sharing chapters from our ghostwritten lives.


to be understood.

the severity

the fatigue

the anger


there was a pain in the air that I had never felt comfortable with. that I had never shared before with someone and the trees.