The sun sets past seven in the evening these days. It looked hazel when I first noticed its shadow but it was purple by the time I reached the third photograph.Continue reading Sky
To those tongues with units on them,
For too long you’ve preached and believed in the fixed standard of beauty. You stitched fabrics that would sculpt bodies in ways they might not have meant to be; making their insides tangle with claustrophobia. Continue reading To Scale
With the vast sea clearly dancing with the sky and, the wind with my white color cotton shirt, I wonder. Wonder as my sugar-less coffee fills me. As the clouds fill the domes of heaven. As dreams fill our nights.
Do you have any?