drenched in a myth, in the words of my favorite writers. sleeping in the sun, returning home, where my innocence will be like the dawn.

soon i will make peace with everything, eat peaches in my garden with ricotta and honey, and pull inspiration from fantasy. words are like decoration, if they sound good, maybe they hold meaning.

if you make the world around you beautiful, maybe the hard things are tolerable. maybe there is god in the simplicity of being.