Dear Optimism, nice to see you. I’ve got an extra room, how about you stay for a while.

Et itah se au ma! It is as you wish!

The enigma.The flowers that bloom in the dark shine the brightest. We bloom from the moonlight.

When I'm not writing, I'm thinking about writing. Filling pages and people with inspiration. When my thoughts don't want to rest on a page, we argue. We argue that one merely is ready just too comfortable playing in The Nile [denial] river. So we compromise. We grow,water metaphorsand plant simile treesof golden-almond manifested love dreams. Then at that moment, we forgot what we were arguing about.Beauty can do that for you. That's the beauty of writing.

Let the quiet tuck you in.Let the quiet massage your shoulder.Let the quiet embrace you; feeling all the dimensions of your skin.Feel the quiet between your toes.Behind your earlobes.Under your tongue. Over the space above your heart. In the cells regenerating from the wounds.Let it permeate through your blood.Indigo & Cyan.Eyes watching Zion.Be the quietLion

Mothers yielding Bibles, contemplating smearing the blood of lamb chops over her doorway. Anything to keep her son alive another day.

If you keep picking at that scab on your heart, it won't heal.

He whom is without typos, throw the first stone.

Merry a mind isof a weeping willowroots raising concretebe in fit outall abstract.

Different cities visit us daily, they exist in the clouds.