sonder

the way someone thinks, perceives the world, and finds meaning in things beyond the surface is just as captivating as anything else.

wrapped like a burrito

there’s something grounding about finding pieces of yourself in the thoughts of someone who lived so long ago.

it’s like a paint-spattered canvas, but the poet uses words instead of paint, and the canvas is us; human.

something that i paid attention often when i go somewhere, purely fascinating.