Almost there.
Not only is another world possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing. There is always hope, she says. Always, always, always hope.

Hollow
Why? Where is my core? Where is the essential chunk of it? I need you to tell me. Everything’s falling apart. I have several minutes left. I wish you all the best.

Captured excellence.
I love black and white photography. Here are some of my favorites:

Rise and shine.
Mornin’, babe. You know what I really want? Coffee beans, furry slippers and a nice big blanket. I want to sit here on the deck And watch God break an egg, Leaving the yolk up in the sky. I want the warmth and peace of this morning To fill every inch of my body. So that it radiates from within me. Finding its home within you.

Fate, its children and I.
I dream. When the west end of the sky eats the Sun for supper, I will always try to make sense of it all. The dandelions are kissing one another and so are a thousand tragedies before they set on their journey towards my little home. I lock the door with a glass key that breaks in my hand and adorns blood lines across my palm. And when my guests arrive, I offer them tea and tales of comical misfortune. They laugh. They laugh so I laugh like we all laugh at the sickes