If I never see you again I will always carry you inside outside on my fingertips and at brain egdes and in centers centers of what I am of what remains.
There is a time of the year in New York when.. even before the first leafs falls… You can feel the seasons CLICK. The air is crisp, the summer ir gone. And for the first night in a long time, You need a blanket on your bed.
Words kill, words give life. They are either poison or fruit - You choose.
think different. is almost spring.
True love brings up everything - you’re allowing a mirror to be held up to you daily.
Art does not exist only to entertain, but also to challenge one to think, to provoke, even to disturb, in a constant search for truth. - Barbra Streisand