it is not
it is not
a soundless sea on the other side of the hill,
the road falling up
I love love as it visits back upon myself.
I’d like to say this was the end of it but that’s just never true — it must be that … More
You know, I didn’t revise anything today, because nothing has changed — your eye does not reveal to me anything larger … More
I didn’t want you to feel compelled to buy at Nordstrom. By the way, I’m sitting at Elephants Deli, near … More
I ate some of your blueberries. They were (looked) so sweet. So hard to resist. Then I went into the … More
I know that it seems like a lot right now– but when you give me that stare, I can’t help … More
I have a favor to ask of you, poem, and that is for you to reveal your intentions for once, … More
I let the lightning strike and mess me up. We fall and then we learn from our mistakes. I had … More
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Tales full of sound and fury
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Life is strange but you can always learn or love or laugh or cry or shout or write, depending on the day.
"I'm disappearing, avoiding most things." - Syd Barrett
Through binoculars / I leave my narrow world for / an ocean of stars.
what it comes down to