There was a day, once, when I did not know your name; I did not know your face, but I could feel your missing trace.
If you let life flow through you like water through a sieve, you will be united with the infinite infinitive.
Now the sun and breeze are all that remind me this place could be so much more. The pavement sweats because it does not belong.
They'd spent all the time they had to spend.
It's not so much correctness as it's being alright.
Intervowen, tangled up, in-between, arranged just so.
It blows you apart to gather your strength.
I'm a little caesars pizza: hot-n-ready for you.
There are five things I'd like to change about myself - I guess it's better than having ten.
Maybe if you're patient, an idea will have you, too.
Do we have to take our wings and fly away to the visions in our minds?
Balanced, I respond with peace.