I am a student at Tufts University who is passionate about music, poetry and chocolate.
Taking the Commuter Rail during the day is beautiful— getting to view houses that you won’t see again until your next trip...
By Rhys Gilkenson3 years ago in Poets
Sitting in a lawn chair can be lonely if you don’t open your ears to the conversation that the blades of grass are having with each other.
Yesterday my bed felt like a planet turning and drifting suspended in space and time and there I laid I felt the gravity of the covers
Drifting in a Sky Hammock Towards Forever As soon as I get out of bed, I get right into the hammock by my bedside to be cradled and held,
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