For a day, I’d love to meet myself. 

To see my face from different eyes.

To watch my walk from a new perspective.

To hear my voice from across a room.

Maybe then I could begin to love myself.

If I knew why others loved me too.

(via heythisisj-n)

oddinclinations:

that time of year
in which flowers emerge from the soil
the season
in which the sounds of
lawn mowers and sprinklers
echo throughout the neighborhood
you cling to the warmth and the sunlight
hoping in vain
that a new month will fix you