All my ambitions are a lengthy mile away and I haven't acquired my first car yet.
But I found peace in the softness of the breeze and in the yellowness of Autumn,
It’s nearly December and I'm seeing my first winter
maybe it'll snow and I'll make my first snow angel but I have not gotten my first house and that's okay.
I've encountered people whose bodies feel like home
and I have this poor habit of making homes out of people,
when the...