A day in the quest to be me.
A tale of eternal love.
Thank you, Aretha.
She’s so far away, but I stare longingly at the moon.
Give birth to the ruinous ones.
I prey upon myself.
A poetry contest! Yay!
The gods of summer rage against me.
Find yourself in the arts.
Nap in nature’s embrace.
The wind will claim us all one day.
Forms and formalities get in the way of a passionate dance.