How can I capture the sunlight just behind the trees,water droplets drying on my skin,the feeling of my fingers in the sandor your fingertips running up my leg? I think the answer is simple: I can’t.So, here I’ll sit, writing poems in my head,With the knowledge that we’ll never be here again. … [Read more...] about Halcyon Daze, By: Brianna Brown
Wild, Never Free, By: Brianna Brown
I love you, it’s trueBut, you see, here’s the thing about me:I am wild. Not “wild and free.”The kind of wild that the wise are wary of.The kind that snaps when they feel trapped.The kind of wild that is beautiful from a distance,And so very dangerous when you’re in it. … [Read more...] about Wild, Never Free, By: Brianna Brown