Against the weight of a storm-dark sky, tender stems lean forward—some bending, some breaking, some still reaching.
They hold their fire at the tips, waiting to bloom, waiting to burn, waiting to belong to light.
Perhaps this is all of us:
stretching through shadows,
searching for the thin, golden line that divides earth from eternity.
She was a 25 year old white 2021 Jeep Grand Cherokee L Overland, though I didn't care much about what trim she was. She felt insecure about her body type, since she was the first 3 row Grand Cherokee. She had a little sister named Wendy who was a 2022 Jeep Wagoneer. She had her freckles since she was 11.
Hello, my name is Oscar, 
