I will never take what is never given, but I will receive to what is given.

what if you get most of what the eye sees?what if love came in seeds?what if we plant them and they grow trees? what if they form hearts instead of leafs?what if hate was to...

It is something to have gazed on the constellated white, felt it running from the eyes and the pores: the salt of love. It is something to have whispered wild thank-yous in the only ways...

Careful.The fall is quick,steep,and permanent.

We’re shadows! of naught – living, dying! for what’s not.

Imperfection is my ticket, perfection is my pursuit