january is the secret unexpected spring in your back pocket reach down for a seashell and instead pull out a coin your own hand hold it over your face pressing wool between there, tickle your nose send it backward upwards and overwards the sky! is green and white and golden take...

everyday i am saved by something so spectacularly normal

i love trees even when the light falls right through your fingers there’s no shade in the wintertime but the clouds accommodate you

to wake up to grip just hard enough wait, cold, shuffle, chin tuck baskets and chains glass blankets

how deep in the evening was it how how late in the evening were you and the passage of time was so easy to follow from running in my room to writing together again

there is none unwiser than me. there may be those who think themselves less wise but that is too wise a thought.

in front of your fingertips and before your eyes there are strong currents you get caught in like rip tides taking you Remember your branch stick it between the river stones hold still the water is refreshing to dip your toes into but return to dry land when you are done.

a reason to be helpless a moment of your time a curated playlist a time to be alone

outside of the sun i close my eyes and forget every fork in the road. the shade whispers to me ‘stay asleep do not wake up at dawn to climb the mountain’ something help me decide which way to take so i don’t fear the morning anymore.

rain rain come today today today today today

life is long run along treasure my time my green leaves crackle orange become sound under my feet water is weaving a silk sheet over the sky parceling white light over midmorning me o to live so much you call life the dream.

sometimes so devastating to get out of bed at 2pm let the catholic god forgive me on his day of rest

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enough words have been said enough even, have been listened to. my mind is heavy with emptiness a cloud layer sits on my sinus waiting to weep

it’s about time a dream came true a room with a view no earthquakes on the east coast brick building and tree lined train station take my guitar in carry-on spent so much time looking for somewhere to dream

don’t mind me i’m not dissociating i’m just trying to think of something clever to say

stone field of scarlett sunrising bed of standup bass orange werelight on the time machine pushing forward eroding and drying the magma this wisdom is given so freely blissed and loud he plays again, and again, and twelve or so times i’m so honored i’m so honored to be apart

spring your red thin filaments between concrete your white roses on the left side your flakey pink flowers your sparse lilac petals my empty lot of tall grass white heavens and green branches five leafed clover stay here stay here

car stops at a red light two limping coyotes cross the street to embarcadero

rather than stand on its own two feet the journey would rather crawl on four legs trampling over me, before i catch the saddle

stretch up as high as i can each morning back vertical arms long fingers reaching each way, eyes skyward, but heels solidly planted. what does it feel like to photosynthesize? maybe one morning roots will web from my toes twigs sprout from wrists chlorophyl in finger nails broa...

after i look through your tumblr again i am a fallen tree prostrating to you mountain

you may feel like a conformist, but the conformist is happy, the conformist is true, when he conforms to his own desires, his own plan of act. found in my 2018 notebook.

basking in between the radio towers, how much you’ve got and how long you’ve gone.

i can not express how it feels to see so many leaves raised up by shadows; standing in the tower like a bird’s first flight

hours before i shaved my head i walked into the market, the man said, “you are a girl? you are a boy? you are a boy with the face of a girl!” then i went back to the monastery and asked luca to film me cutting off my braids then i went to sitaram, and paid him to cut it all off, ...

I do something wonderful to you 君なにか素敵する 僕なにか素敵する You do something wonderful to me I do something wonderful to you To me To you To me To you You do something wonderful to me I do something wonderful to you 君なにか素敵する 僕なにか素敵する You do something wonderful to me I do something wonderfu...

yesterday I talked to trees tall and contemplative warm between bark wide grey mist-eating shadowy moss cloaked twins smooth red and smiling

january is the secret unexpected spring in your back pocket reach down for a seashell and instead pull out a coin your own hand hold it over your face pressing wool between there, tickle your nose send it backward upwards and overwards the sky! is green and white and golden take...

everyday i am saved by something so spectacularly normal

i love trees even when the light falls right through your fingers there’s no shade in the wintertime but the clouds accommodate you

to wake up to grip just hard enough wait, cold, shuffle, chin tuck baskets and chains glass blankets

how deep in the evening was it how how late in the evening were you and the passage of time was so easy to follow from running in my room to writing together again

there is none unwiser than me. there may be those who think themselves less wise but that is too wise a thought.

in front of your fingertips and before your eyes there are strong currents you get caught in like rip tides taking you Remember your branch stick it between the river stones hold still the water is refreshing to dip your toes into but return to dry land when you are done.

a reason to be helpless a moment of your time a curated playlist a time to be alone

outside of the sun i close my eyes and forget every fork in the road. the shade whispers to me ‘stay asleep do not wake up at dawn to climb the mountain’ something help me decide which way to take so i don’t fear the morning anymore.

rain rain come today today today today today

life is long run along treasure my time my green leaves crackle orange become sound under my feet water is weaving a silk sheet over the sky parceling white light over midmorning me o to live so much you call life the dream.

sometimes so devastating to get out of bed at 2pm let the catholic god forgive me on his day of rest

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enough words have been said enough even, have been listened to. my mind is heavy with emptiness a cloud layer sits on my sinus waiting to weep

it’s about time a dream came true a room with a view no earthquakes on the east coast brick building and tree lined train station take my guitar in carry-on spent so much time looking for somewhere to dream

don’t mind me i’m not dissociating i’m just trying to think of something clever to say

stone field of scarlett sunrising bed of standup bass orange werelight on the time machine pushing forward eroding and drying the magma this wisdom is given so freely blissed and loud he plays again, and again, and twelve or so times i’m so honored i’m so honored to be apart

spring your red thin filaments between concrete your white roses on the left side your flakey pink flowers your sparse lilac petals my empty lot of tall grass white heavens and green branches five leafed clover stay here stay here

car stops at a red light two limping coyotes cross the street to embarcadero

rather than stand on its own two feet the journey would rather crawl on four legs trampling over me, before i catch the saddle

stretch up as high as i can each morning back vertical arms long fingers reaching each way, eyes skyward, but heels solidly planted. what does it feel like to photosynthesize? maybe one morning roots will web from my toes twigs sprout from wrists chlorophyl in finger nails broa...

after i look through your tumblr again i am a fallen tree prostrating to you mountain

you may feel like a conformist, but the conformist is happy, the conformist is true, when he conforms to his own desires, his own plan of act. found in my 2018 notebook.

basking in between the radio towers, how much you’ve got and how long you’ve gone.

i can not express how it feels to see so many leaves raised up by shadows; standing in the tower like a bird’s first flight

hours before i shaved my head i walked into the market, the man said, “you are a girl? you are a boy? you are a boy with the face of a girl!” then i went back to the monastery and asked luca to film me cutting off my braids then i went to sitaram, and paid him to cut it all off, ...

I do something wonderful to you 君なにか素敵する 僕なにか素敵する You do something wonderful to me I do something wonderful to you To me To you To me To you You do something wonderful to me I do something wonderful to you 君なにか素敵する 僕なにか素敵する You do something wonderful to me I do something wonderfu...

yesterday I talked to trees tall and contemplative warm between bark wide grey mist-eating shadowy moss cloaked twins smooth red and smiling