How can I ever recognize myself if I cannot even trust my reflection?
Author: Ash Ochoa Poetry
You'll figure it out.
The Driskill

Box


Orange Zinnia

Zinnias

Incessant
It seems perpetual... these incessant feelings about you. Spirals of unfettered tenderness... Mixed between breaths of angry déjà vu...
Barn



Masterpiece
You were torn, ripped, and fraying at the edges... With faded colors and careless smudges. Self-destruction had since deemed you worthless... Yet my hand craved the cracks that had formed upon your surface.
Overgrown


Wildflowers


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