All that I have is able to be cradled in my two human hands. I do not have a car. I do not have walls in my house. I do not own things. I do not have a hold on one single thing. Not at all. I can not say that I have anything but the air dancing atop my two palms. I have love and I have right now. All else will bend, break, fade, melt, evaporate into the place all things inevitably float off to. I have love. I have love. I have love. The lines on my hands prove it. There is a weight to it. It is what I have.
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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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