lover of words, songbirds, and all things creative
i want to tic with kerouac in the shiveringest of places.
mind does not matter if mind is over matter.
that place.
i see him. i feel me there. i sense him beside me; red wine exhales and musty clothing.
he is my breath, my thoughts, my words.
i understand; no explanation extended.
i just simply do.
I am a lover of thought and word; kindness and acceptance; laughter and humility. My journey desires grace and understanding with each inward and outward breath. Music rules my soul, love rules my heart, and writing rules my existence. View more posts
