*one hundred*

ninety-nine

for now...

late summer 

balmy nights

and 

lonely

lovely 

afternoons

walking over

cobblestones

over bridges

through towns

we lived in

once

and 

the seaside

weeping willow 

trees

and breezes

and boats

and daydream 

memories

i wake up to the sky 

shining down

and

sometimes

 i think

i might
be home

ninety-eight

the quiet rainbow