And now my head's fraught with an array of cosmic innards...
Evening Spinners
Nebula, They Call You
Nebula, they call you. Or maybe, simply, Dreamer...
Refractions of Reality
Refractions of reality that hearts may be on display, and we all, to put it simply, might know what's in a name...
Give Me A Song
I hear this grand song from the lips of my Love: Forever you’re mine, you are enough
The Sun is Beneath Us
And so we sit in grotesque ignorance and hush our children as they gawk and point.
From Yellow to Blue
Dress in every shade of green that was ever meant to Exist from yellow to blue.
The Difference, Really
For all the days when every drop flows freely // Tell me, what is the difference, really?
Every Bird and Branch
Even the plants on my windowsill stand a fair bit taller and more proud, emboldened by their addition to the polychromatic symphony. Mayhaps that is the secret to living well - seeing the morning sun.
