Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.

the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses

one pierced moment whiter than the rest -turning from the tremendous lie of sleep i watch the roses of the day grow deep.

The hardest fight a man has to fight is to live in a world where every single day someone is trying to make you someone you do not want to be--

And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart I carry your heart [ i carry it in my heart ]

wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a far better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers.

Like the burlesque comedian, I am abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement.