Mayday notes

When feeling like digging deep into ground head down Stop all music In a quiet room, lay a different way Body distortion, body contortion Breathe, from tummy Earth yourself

The only way to exist

She can only be so open with someone who loves her so So when he feeds her this love, she loves in return Giving back each ounce of it, giving more than what she can give To keep him alive and breathing; knowing that she is his sole purpose his newfound religion, his reason, his

Line of sakuras

In the morning I see you in a whole new light. I sense you with a dream-like feeling in a surrounding that echoes faraway birds, where you’re looking away. This is a special place where you exist; sitting and reading alongside a line of Japanese sakuras in a Brazilian rain forest, where Indian elephants roam