I rarely feel this tired.
Bobble like a balloon with the wind.
Caffeine is my friend,
And a reminder that I need more sleep.
I need to fill my sails
with more than duty and caffeine.
I need more self-love.
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
by Jack Kerouc
on the cliffside
Nodding at the canyon
patches, no less on-
tic than the
funneling swirled breezes toward nodding
blossoms, plump with fragrances at-
hirst for winged rendezvous, the
symbiosis transcends their universe, the canyon
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
Minds of kindling, giddy to ignite.
Eavesdropping through closed, unblinded windows.
The gods are here.
Swarming, ancient wilds.
Humans awe, exalt.
Hubris rewards with fresh miseries.
Still, be wary.