We love horizons
but forget to love the sand
beneath our own feet.

-Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)



igniting, dancing burning, we were a fire—
it once burned hot and bright,
10 foot flames of orange and yellow and blue and green like the bonfires on the beach on warm summer nights.
and it died down suddenly-a small candle flame,
soft and warm, but i still hear you call my name,
and now its reduced to just a spark
but even the smallest flicker can illuminate darkness

where there is light, there is still hope, that one day this darkness will become bright


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Split-View, Lake Louise, Alberta, Canada