daim

There is a sensitivity to light, sometimes, for some, when the things just aren't working out.

I like to do my laundry, absent-mindedly because it gives me time to think.

There are glorious things ahead: stripes and waves and patterns unfolding.

I am eager for the changes, but attempting to enjoy the meagerness of what I'm waiting to leave behind.

At least there is love, and this love keeps me in full blossom.



I want to go to a heavy-metal concert where the people are thinkers too, not just rockers and white trash...