"I look for you in the shards of sunlight that spill through the window panes, in the way the river..."

“I look for you in the shards of sunlight that spill through the window panes, in the way the river bubbles when it runs high, in red nailpolish, in the smell of secondhand books, in the burn of icy winter air.”

- “Trying to find you” (via whenpoetsbleed)