Floating like a feather in a forie… Sailing on vibrations of a higher… Dancing in a hidden realm of love’… To songs of angels singing in perf… Is an ever fleeting level of pure…

A dreamer’s reality becomes an eve… Swimming through lost memories of… Only sheer determination of the tr… Can ignite the many passions it’s… For one to embark on such heroic a…

Riding on wild rainbows that gallop toward the sun, trailed by a flock of frolicking faeries who give chase with saurian smiles. Utterly inebriated by sounds of lulling laughter; sudden...

All alone in my room; I speak out… If they talk back I surely don’t… I ask many questions; I need some… They simply may not wish to chatte… I speak out again, in a friendlier…

I awake as I’m walking down stair… Blinded by darkness, I reach for… But no light is found, I must bra… And trust that my eyes might gener… But even my eyes won’t offer assis…

My mother was a party-er, free-spirited, and wild. Then I came along, her first begotten child. She tried to be responsible,

I often ponder what it might be li… if I could step inside the mirror. Seeming to remain the same while becoming entirely different. Would my reflection, then,

My self-control I’m losing You’ll find it quite amusing This Love is so confusing... My heart feels like it’s puking. Too much time has wasted

'0 - < - * - > o:) O (: o < - * -… Fantasies rise of my one truest lo… Running as red as his dark, distil… Vibrantly intimate; stealthily ful… A pure heart not knowing inflectio…

Gone fishin’ for a fan in a vast p… Biting seems abundant while I hav… Hook well baited, sinker tight; I… Something fishy’s gone awry, my ba… Each new trip is well thought out,…

'0 - < - * - > o:)O(: o < - * - >… * . . * . . * . . * 'The’' 'Universe’' 'is’' 'made’'… 'The’' 'Earth’' 'of’' ‘air;’ 'We’' 'are’' 'simply’' 'tiny’' 'fi…

Peering, stupendously, through cal… exotic arms of electricity seducti… summoning my arrival. Reaching for… and exploring eyelids’ depths. Surrounding sounds spin to static,

I have a friend named Faery, who thought her wings were scary. She never flew; thus never knew the joy of being carried.

'U’'ndeniably mythological; creatu… 'N’'eeding not any proof, we just… 'I’'n dreams, in thoughts, and sto… 'C’'oloring imagination with feeli… 'O’'r perhaps in a long ago time;…