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Walking in the Green 10 Oct 2012 | 04:43 pm
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At home 7 Oct 2012 | 06:52 pm
Hold on, to me as we go As we roll down this unfamiliar road And although this wave is stringing us along Just know you’re not alone Cause I’m going [...]
Blue 26 Sep 2012 | 03:11 am
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise… ~Maya Angelou Filed under: [...]
Farewell my Summer love.. 14 Sep 2012 | 12:21 am
The Guest House This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome [...]
Searching 9 Sep 2012 | 02:34 am
“I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it’s these things I’d believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions [...]
A life without love is like a year without summer… 16 Jun 2012 | 10:15 pm
“Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.” ― Pablo Neruda All pictures taken and edited with my iPhone 4 and originally posted on Instagram. Filed...
Change 27 Feb 2012 | 09:21 am
This past week, has brought about a lot of loss, and change in my life my kitty of fourteen years passed away on Monday. and then a day later a very dear friend of mine lost a dear friend of hers...
Masks 21 Feb 2012 | 08:01 am
She had blue skin. And so did he. He kept it hid And so did she. They searched for blue Their whole life through, Then passed right by – And never knew. There is a voice inside of you That wh...
let me be, your one and only… 24 Dec 2011 | 03:40 am
You’ve been on my mind I grow fonder every day, Lose myself in time Just thinking of your face God only knows Why it’s taken me so long To let my doubts go You’re the only one that I want I do...
If You Forget Me 21 Dec 2011 | 02:31 am
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body o...
