the day before the new moon comes and hides, i set wildfires across my heart deep within the cold of winter. my dear, foolish dreams of absolute attainment, hand them away. fading blurring faith, increasing a soul’s journey.

a season of regeneration.

that time when we met again, what i handed you in blue dream  fields were records of the sun in our hands and hope in our hearts. what did it feel like?



About jjj

writer and poet. student and queer, they/them pronouns. 26 and learning. living in southern Oregon, with their partner and two dogs.
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