Leo F. Buscaglia
listen: there's a hell of a good universe next door; let's go!
-e. e. cummings
*some photos are my own, some are not.
Love yourself—accept yourself—forgive yourself—and be good to yourself, because without you the rest of us are without a source of many wonderful things.
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May
18
stones taught me to fly, love taught me to lie, life taught me to die
still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
still a little hard to say what’s going on
there’s still a little bit of your ghost, your witness
you step a little closer each day, that i can’t see what’s going on
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May
02
melting asphalt
running start
winded tongue ties from a
heatstruck heart
are you still coursing through my veins
or is this rain
whispered message
ear to ear
tongued transmissions
made unclear
today, happiness is…
-downtempo in the morning
-sunlight seeping through my blinds
-super soft bed sheets
-cherry blossom trees (today in japantown)
-trying new beers at fly bar and discovering favorites
-catching up on much needed sleep
-messages from long lost friends
-evidence of savings (yay tax returns)
now i’m pointed north, hoping for the shore.
breaking at the seams
heaving at the brace
sheets all billowing
the breaking of the day
sea is not my friend
seasons they conspire
still i choose to swim
slip beneath the tide
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