So I had a dream about you last night...there were no giant man-eating tomato plants, or ancient cities, or hotel rooms...but there was a letter. It was like a map made up of your words- words I have wanted to hear...and after I fell into that map and found you, everything was, well...beautiful.

Sometimes I feel like a secret agent. Sometimes I feel like an interior designer ( Read more... )

sometimes life moves in 3/4.
I prefer when love does.
swinging back and forth
waltzing and feeling
holding tightly and close

...actually waltzes remind me of France and I like that.

I forgot about my livejournal.

How funny a thing.
How life sours.
How life dwindles
to nothing
and then...
Well, we live
and live
and our days grow
dim
...and here we are
eating the earth
again- frail again.
yearning for substance
and color and
freedom

Her Lips Are Copper Wire ( Read more... )

I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles ( Read more... )

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
  And the mome raths outgrabe.

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I feel like I'm not really a part of the world right now. I am searching for time; gasping for air.
I do not have much to say right now.
Where the night sky meets the hillside, I will be there.

I had an epiphany today.
I discovered some true inspiration.
wow, I'm excited.

My head is so heavy.
More tomorrow.

Let downs ( Read more... )