from room to room we carried each other and our ordinary gestures throughout the years, passing by the often overlooked the sometimes unremembered god-like things everything in life begins with noticing so here: i give you back the old house placed oil jars beside the...
what sadness to finally swim towards asphalt because that’s how blind waves become approaching the steel breasts of summer’s end after i know what pleasure is to be suspended weightless in your arms smiling naked as a delicate blue southern night how could i ever love...
“Why do people suffer? Is it karma? What is the purpose of suffering?” people sometimes ask me. And I ask myself that too. I never liked talking about this and I don’t feel it’s appropriate to talk to someone about their karma. In fact, I think...
