we don't even care.

your love will light the way
cry from the wolf
turn your heart to the east.
fear in his breathe. you can
see he is weak.
stay a full year here
with my caring heart
a new you will be here
diamonds are beautiful
and so are you.
so don't move far away
don't take the train
just sit down
and tell me everything good.
smoke cigarettes,
till the sun comes down.
the air is thick like your brown hair.
id be lying if i said i didn't love you.
fly to the moon meet me and daddy. 

a poem for you.

i want to be your man
i want to be the one you call
on that late January afternoon.
don't let the stars out of your
pocket & hold my hand
as we enter the galaxy of love.
luminous love will reach the
sky & we will see it shine.
i will always be your man.

the baby is drowning.

this man is so perfect.
keeping him in my front pocket.
i know i don't deserve this.
the life you have given me.
the love you have shown me &
stars you have handed to me.
love is written all over your tongue.
mystery sits in your eyes,
but tell me one thing.
you love my frail soul & will never 
let it go.the hardest part is to never stop.
don't tell lies, you will break me.
the truth is deep inside of you.
you can see my soul dance
after you light my fire.
the way you slip your fingers
through my silk purple hair. 
i want to live this way forever.
with peaches in our air
and happiness worn on our faces.

shadows of light dance.

throw your secrets to the ocean
dark deep and blue
the wind will take your mind before you have time
the sound of your shallow breathing will take you far.
the way your dreams come through as color,
you will see that again in the night.
don't worry too much, the future has no feelings.
the sky is clear and the stars are out to play.
real life or supernatural?
i can't tell anymore.

peace pagoda with my little sister.... summer 2017
 ....

i took these photos...

sad gurl.

i think i am obsessed with dead things.
dead flowers.
dead humans,
& dead bugs.
am i weird?
what is wrong with me?
i am obsessed with dead things.
my home is cluttered with dead flowers i save.
the dead flowers transform into my sad art projects.
my mind thrives on the idea of dead humans.
i plan my own funeral every other day.
i save dead bugs.
my dead fly collection is growing.
i am obsessed with everything dead.
i want to know the history behind all dead things.
where did the flowers grow out of the earth?
who started their life?
did this fly come from a different town?
where are his parents?
dead humans amaze me.
what did they do before they died?
did they feel death approaching or was it fast?
i want to be like them and i hope one day
someone saves my dead bones and dries them
out for their art project.
i think i am obsessed with dead things.

Tension (Interlude)

in love with this new album <3