Powdered Sugar

~ powdered sugar ~


Memories can rest atop pianos that never get used, in frames that gather dust, with stolen moments from individuals who no longer rest in our lives. We hear there voices as we wander down dark hallways nearly ready for bed. We hold a firm grasp upon the weight that is owed which we couldn’t have bargained for. We neon dreamers can close our eyes and still smell the powdered sugar on the funnel cake at the county fair. We shared.


#memories #reflections #voices #relationship #community #frames #slices #guidance


Being heard, stirred, and perhaps cured by life's many hidden images and the written-spoken word.
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