The computer keyboard looks like cities from a plane at night while reflecting against a mirror in the dark
I want a little house on the prairie kind of life where I carry a pail of water for washing clothes and day dream about a boy down the hill
How do I make myself care more, just how?
Hmmm, the tree leaf buds are growing. It makes the tree less stick-like and it’s starting to look more complex. The northern hemisphere of the earth is warming due to the earth’s tilt to the sun around this time. The air is chilly, but the ground is inevitably warm, so the plants are adapting andContinue reading “Thought process; spring, plants, bears, goals”
No, it’s not something that I’m proud of; it never is, but some moments are so effing awkward, traumatic, yet thrilling that I have to write about it. The smell of sweat when you’re traveling alone for two straight days; running about here and there, trying to figure shit out while you follow rules lessContinue reading “When I pissed myself in China”
Lowlands that stay flat and go nowhere Fields of yellow grain that flood with shallow, sparkling waters Feelings that linger, barely touching Dreams, like transparent images Inconceivable echos surround And I just cannot Seem to exist in your world
When I was a kid, I reclined near the balcony door under the sunlight and overheard the veggie seller shout out vegetables he was selling for the day. Such a lively thing it was; the crows were crowing… the birds were chirping, dogs barking, music playing, people talking, cars honking, kids yelling, bells ringing, whistlesContinue reading “Vegetable seller”
After almost 24 hrs without sleep in LA and a day of walking around in China, I’m just as is near the himalayas. Dusty roads and birds chirping around me mid daylight, but I’m just lying in bed inside. Staring at the cracked ceiling Filled with love.
Alright, let’s do some midnight yoga …or draw ourselves doing midnight yoga
I could sit out here and draw… no I could sit by the fire with my lover, Calm, with the warmth of his body I could sit on a tree with my legs hanging And play with the moon that shines between the swaying branches And with the tantalizing stars I’ll try singing a verseContinue reading “I could, in the night”
Soak it all in, and trap it Before the sun disappears for the next six months in this desperate place