Yearbook Collection

I had a good dream- We built a home. It was far from perfect, But we made it our own. We lived a good life, We gave and we borrowed. It was far from perfect, But we made it our own. When everything around us changed, we felt okay. No learning curve c

Hold your breath and count to 28. Change is slow but I feel it taking shape. Folding over us like waves On origami ocean tides, we sway Like blueprints constantly being rearranged. Over microscopes we plan and strain. The finest print in the whitest

Oh, our futures were written with crayons in coloring books It was misspelled and outside the lines and we loved how it looked Like the crooked hem of your favorite childhood dress And the holes in my jeans from years of carelessness I know since we'