The Things I Left Behind

The Things I Left Behind written by: K. Hartless @hartless_k   Left my gloves so I hug myself, spontaneous and on the verge of spiritual adventures. I haven’t been hugged in a while, and when I wrap hands deep inside the folds, there’s palliative warmth. Left my glasses so it’s blurry wet, dampness inspires amidst thick fields of white. I’m willing to die to myself, as trees do in our favorite garden where weeds harbor no fear of the cold. … Continue reading The Things I Left Behind