You are weathered and worn, your petals soft and torn

Some say the local lake must’ve been enchanted

a little bit of summer (by Rona Keller)

let it go, this too shall pass

-inspired:

(by jillian* ann)

God, I miss the beach.

Lake Louise, Alberta

you don’t see what you posses, a beauty calm and clear 
it floods the sky and blurs the darkness, like a chandelier 
all the light that you posses is skewed by lakes and seas 
a shattered surface; so imperfect, is all that you believe. 

I swore I’d never fall again
but this doesn’t feel like falling.
Gravity can’t forget
to pull me back to the ground again.