light from a distance 

floating cloud drifts into the night stars twinkling above soft sounds from the waves  water below still as the image of the moon patterned brightly in pieces acros the floor of endless water and in the quiet calm the edge far to distant to be seen there is the tinge of purple as the light…

itch

all i want to do is not write but i can’t help it what can i say? my fingers itch i don’t care if it’s important  or interesting  or inspiring or real i don’t care about that sometimes  it’s as though  i could be consumed by fire and then  maybe then it would be when…

diy

when you don’t have enough maybe that thing you need maybe that thing you really need maybe that thing you thought you needed no sometimes it is something you do need but you don’t have it so you improvise you make do you make it from you own hands work of art  much more valuable…

listening when the world says go

during the moments where there seems to be no answer  where doubt can give into fear when the anger seems so deeply rooted that aggression may take over the world responds the world responds in a way that can give hope it’s a read between the lines kind of response it’s the kind that gives…

flying

drifting through the clouds you go fast you see light  and it flashes around past your eyes your face but the focus is so precise  the focus rests to the destination  and piercing through rainbow clouds in the air you are in the drift you fly over land over water free as a bird so…

passing through 

golden light  i’m on the corner with the fan blowing  with the cardbord flapping earlier i could slide across the floor and feel my feet glide in the mirror  i didn’t look like what i thought i was yesterday i learned i wasn’t a monster today i am reconciling from the fact of what that…

passion

millions of small moments strung together  radical discoveries in a heartbeat  in an instant change the feeling of lightness the feeling of wonder the feeling of swiftness like something that twinkles who knows why it does that? it just does the moving through discomfort the journey beyond the parts you don’t like the staying with…

all i see is endless endless

all i see is horizon now all i feel is clear air all i see is  endless endless  stretching into forever  all i see  all i know line blurred in the distance can’t tell beginnings from endings can’t tell sunlight from moonlight radiating sunbeams  stars twinkle into forever  stars spin circuitous paths and it goes…

inside music

in my favorite kind of music  sometimes you can see space birds flying with sparkly rainbow tails  paint the sky fire red bubbles drift up from the ocean  yellow blue and purple  like a fizzy drink and birds sing love songs to each other songs of togetherness like how drifting and swooping  through the magical…

time when it moves 

as if memory could call into another time tap in so deeply  so as  to reveal the moment in a vastly new light as if time travel  was possible  simply from listening to music transported  on a journey  or sometimes stationary  the world seems to be compressed in the moment of pause as if pause…