She should think about her own soul, what she was going to do with this funky tattered pond dank item. Dark and stained, a ruined thing.

her scruffy innoscense to impregnate with his dreams. reason was seductive, it gave the appearance of truth

She should think about her own soul, what she was going to do with this funky tattered pond dank item. Dark and stained, a ruined thing.

You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you

Most people write the same sentence over and over again. The same number of words-say, 8-10, or 10-12. The same sentence structure. Try to become stretchy-if you generally write 8 words, throw a 20 word sentence in there, and a few three-word shorties. If you're generally a 20 word writer, make sure you throw in some threes, fivers and sevens, just to keep the reader from going crosseyed.

Whenever she turned her steep focus to me, I felt the warmth that flowers must feel when they bloom through the snow, under the first concentrated rays of the sun.

I imagined Kandinsky's mind, spread out all over the world, and then gathered together. Everyone having only a piece of the puzzle. Only in a show like this could you see the complete picture, stack the pieces up, hold them to the light, see how it all fit together. It made me hopeful, like someday my life would make sense too, if I could just hold all the pieces together at the same time.