travel with me.
There once was a boy from Nantucket…
a series of asymmetrical cycles?
the bowl remains just as full…
working on a “thing”
Different is good
Just what would that look like, a day with no “no”s?
Welcome to the future.
dark hours accuse, misuse, abuse, confuse. The hope of living rises with the sun.
Try as I might, I just can’t see the beauty.
look at why you don’t cry; cry about why you can’t.
party guests – only excellent owls.
Gazing the navel will skew what is true.
“I need you. I’m scared” ~ 4:23 a.m.
“but by morning, joy!” says the Good Book.
I’ve been challenged to be less morose.
I couldn’t be Pride-lier.
Each day lives inside all the days lived before
“alle alle auch sind frei”
“If you want to come over tomorrow – you can”