Color just fades away. Who knew the apocalypse would be slow and expensive? If I am so numb, where does this coldness come from? My memory obeys my mood, conjuring states of apathy and madness. The sun then sets at angles which require a different shade of love.

I’m just a hummingbird, drinking sweet tea. 

                                    Flights of fancy. 

                                        The relaxing sound of wind chimes. 

Engaged in delight despite being spiritless tonight. I love not knowing what will happen next. The moment just simply passes by me.

You can’t quench anyone’s thirst with the word water….water, the giver of life.

 Always being available is to abandon yourself. Complaining is the cheapest form of expression. 

There’s no innovation without disobedience. You’ll never get anywhere following the rules. They’re designed to keep you in place. The safest place to be is out in front. Prepare for all eventualities. Single point failures.

You’re a consequence of observation. You struggle with all of your might to be unseen, but a star died to make you, and you don’t find romance in that. 

                    Atoms and void. 

                                                        Circumstances are like clouds. 

The key to happiness is lowered expectations. The pursuit is meaningful even though you fail.

I need my senses heightened. Enjoy the little moments and embrace the stress that they bring.

The average of the unusual. All sorrows divided are made lighter.

I had no destiny. I didn’t know where I was going, where I was when I arrived, or where I had been when I returned. But all the same, I found myself.