
it was close.
the days were the good kind of long.
and the hearts were the good kind of soft.
and the possibility of more.
ran. tart. in the air.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Annie Spratt

it was close.
the days were the good kind of long.
and the hearts were the good kind of soft.
and the possibility of more.
ran. tart. in the air.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Annie Spratt

the world has a way.
of giving you. the things.
you are sure. you want.
to let you know. there is
always.
something else.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Thought Catalog
to watch the snow fall. from
overcast skies.
to see the light. and feel
the light. pour.
from so much dark.
and believe
© Hudson Biko

and the eyes were shallow. with
pools at the burrows
of the tips.
and an ache
that stayed
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Jessica Felicio
the lights are fewer in terraces. the bright in trees
is fading.
the way.
new beginnings
are made of endings.
© Hudson Biko