Local Love

A worry is worth nothing yet it twists, pulls, turns, stops, twists some more all while awaiting it's predetermined lie, which will soon...

What are you living for ? What is it that you are breathing into yourself each passing wave? Mindless thoughts consuming, drowning, suffoc...

Some sleepy tunes for this silent Tuesday night

I thought of you tonight when I looked up at the crescent moon. I smiled to myself because I knew you had looked at it with the same eyes as...

My love is a river; flowing in and through trees, twisting and cleansing thee. A rapid river at times, languid at most. My love is a blan...

Can dreams become conducive to reality, what if they are essentially at some point, the same thing? A real dream and your reality fusing b...

sporadic spectrum  up high  real low   floatin to    and                                fro BE here now & embrace the chaotic f...