If only I thought of myself the way I think of strangers passing me by
I pour an embarrassingly heavy amount of prayer onto them. They could be anyone.
I just want everyone to feel love
even if I am last in line to get any.
current form
Diaries from Europe
Flight to Amsterdam Going over the Atlantic Ocean, Jake and I unsuccessfully tried to knock ourselves out with Dramamine. Once we accept...
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There's a lotus flower seated between my blue eyes today. Today is my day and I wish I could call Sotce on the phone. It is good ... -
In the iron house, where the iron lady lives, she sits at her favorite window. The view from the window looks out unto infinity. The wh...
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In the vibrant yellow of a butterfly's wing, there is summer. I am young. I am hungry. Each day feels necessary. Alex G's new al...
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