The abyss you stare into and that stares back at you is your reflection in the mirror - we all have it - that shadow self - that dark heart.

I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me.

Dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field.

We fear monsters because we fear the dark parts of ourselves.

The abyss you stare into and that stares back at you is your reflection in the mirror - we all have it - that shadow self - that dark heart.

A sensual life is a ghostly existence where you live on the surface and your soul passes through everything, touching nothing.

You think so logically... like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically... like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth.