maybe you're their favourite form
of sunshine, you don't know

healing is happening every moment, we need to accept that it is happening

It’s too bad I live alone; my last words are probably going to be pretty good.

It’s all about defying the odds. And calling back your power.

The lifeline, severed too soon

Sometimes the fewer the words, the bigger the heart

if i dont hold on i’ll become undone

home is where i left a vacant chair

You wonder which words will stay with you in the end

Too many people water down their uniqueness.

tomorrow the birds will sing and the pessimist will frown

escape from a maze to the space of a meadow

what a difference a lifetime makes

I don’t meditate but I could go in a trance thinking about cake.

My imagination is my only escape

the dark ideations of love that once were golden trees

The aesthetics of a line of words, like white powder, like sprinkled daisies.

The ache around the edge of things.

What an interesting human you’ve become.