Christopher Poindexter

Sometimes I sit alone under the stars and think of the galaxies inside my heart and truly wonder if anyone will ever want to make sense of all that I am

— Christopher Poindexter

she lived with hurricane eyes and fell in love with the way the waves collapsed against her cheeks.

— Christopher Poindexter

Sometimes I sit alone under the stars and think of the galaxies inside my heart and truly wonder if anyone will ever want to make sense of all that I am

— Christopher Poindexter

she lived with hurricane eyes and fell in love with the way the waves collapsed against her cheeks.

— Christopher Poindexter