i live in the lyrics.

it’s funny,
the things remembered most
too often,
i exist in a dream-like state,
pictures flooding in
because some song on the radio
insisted that i hadn’t reminisced 
in far too long
like, the way hank williams songs
remind me of learning to drive
a stick shift
in the pasture behind
my great grandparent’s house
or how when incubus plays
i’m taken back to that night
in the biting wind
when we stood against the stage
and sang our hearts out
to every song
or like whenever
strawberry wine
comes on the radio,
i suddenly find myself
under coral skies,
moments falling like petals
from dandelions
memories echo in every line
and i get lost in the 
every single time
– ashley jane

Letters To the Ocean

We nursed the shoreline,
penning letters to the ocean,
confessing all the quiet things
that no one ever knows
We stood entranced by the current,
open eyes under azure skies,
holding on to our fear
when we came here to let it go


We thought we could lose ourselves
in the sea’s welcoming abyss,
that these crystal waters
would make all the difference,
but you refuse to leave the shallows,
and I can’t release these letters
making waves in my head

Breath of Words© 8/1/17

photo by Gabriel Isak