February 2011
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“time is a tree (this life one leaf)
but love is the sky and i am for you
just...”
– e.e.cummings
October 2009
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“Music is the wine which inspires one to new generative processes, and I am...”
descrying
I used every bit of the black when I painted your face this time. because I don’t see you in the same way. because I am blind.
Yes, I cannot see and my face is turmoil I have not met the she whom the universe calls Hope.
And I know that there are all kinds of wrong philosophies out there,
but this is one I prayed to be true.