(2014)
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
the very idea that i could be
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
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