March 2012
locos tacos and denny’s pancakes with tsunamikiss
You sleep, your limbs lying long, your body resting so beautifully innocent beside me
You shiver a bit, but the breeze frees you I hope, unraveling your pores to feel fresh oxygen, welcoming in vitality to fuel your feeble body
nature, She nourishes you as imaginary worlds form behind your lids tightly shut, with dreams diverting you into an escape
a refuge, I could never give you
“Though my work may be menial, though my contribution may be small, I can perform it with dignity and offer it with unselfishness. My talents may not be great, but I can use them to bless the lives of others.. The goodness of the world in which we live is the accumulated goodness of many small and seemingly inconsequential acts.”
always spinning, your imaginary self standing in the center, stuck, watching it all