Crash of the sunset ( Read more... )

Did you know that there exists such a thing as a Liger? Scientists are able to hybrid male lions and female tigers. The ligers are sterile, but they’re alive. And they are so beautiful. But there will never be a liger mother of a liger child. Beauty means nothing.

I guess it happened that the meditation has helped me realize that life can be better than the way of the street, which really isn't the way of any street in particular, or streets at all, but the way most people generally think and act. It's the sort of behavior that screams out "I don't care" and "People in New York don't say good morning to ( Read more... )

It seems that trying so hard to be everyone's catalyst has turned me into more of a traitorous politician-esque fake; or so everyone else seems to imagine. I wish that everyone could just exist together and not worry that everyone else is conspiring, or is insulting one another or only pretends to like one another. I wish that I could "run away ( Read more... )

And I held my tongue ( Read more... )

Lost ( Read more... )

All the lies have poured on me-this deluge of fear droplets and empty tears ( Read more... )

Never knew I could feel like this ( Read more... )

We dance in the dark night making circles in the sand with our steps. I like the way it makes a swish, swish sound that seems so distant like memories or innocence or emotion. The swish, swish reminds me that I am dancing with you. The reminder reminds me that I love you and the way you dance in the sand. Sandstorm love, the kind that comes only ( Read more... )

*we are the the sound of silent crashing in the ground, the wondrous beauty of death and moonlit last loves and goodbyes that scream as we all fall down ( Read more... )