We must learn to be the choice and not the result. -M

Adding more chocolate to a triple chocolate peanut butter cookie does in fact make it become a peanut butter flavored chocolate cookie. -M

I wander down dead ends not because I’m lost. It’s because I’ve no home to return to and I’ve traveled already the safe routes. This is my midnight, this is my masquerade
. -M

Take your firm place over me as an object of adulation. A carved marker embedded in the tear saturated verdure. What was once a sunny season of spectated distant speculation. The soul now is pecked as

Dearest lover unknown Entangle my thoughts with conversation in the sea caverns. A starfish in the see and a star catching my dreams in the sea. let me find comfort in your lace, the greatest curve being

“The Flowers of spring have blossomed but my love is still frozen in winter.” -M

I got one of those old road heads, lost in thought as the highway bumps under my wheels. Just rollin on trip to a place I’ll return from. Instruments and lyrics have disappeared as I’m filled with feels.

All i do is dream of never lands. For my heart took flight after it left your hands. It flies in perpetual fantasies of love written in dunes across the desert sands. It’s a bird afoul, winged up upon

“To be a dreamer is to ever be in search of a canvas.” -M

“One who builds their own dreams may find success, but one who builds the dreams of others will find happiness.” -M

Few moments can crush like a departure. The world is complex, we are born into and form, a myriad of connections. Family. Childhood friends. School buds. Significant others. Work associates. It’s a universe

CHAOS Let it go as ashes carried by cold. Let it be a summers heat. Let it drift into beyond as old. Let it accept it’s defeat. Infused with intense Touch the consuming destiny, destabilizing reality with

Is it possible to live outside obligation? To exist as one feels. Walking away from the demands of others. Is such a thing so foolish yet a permanent residence of our soul? Where are we going with our

lets carnival. A cotton candy and greasy delightful date. We can whirl about on creaky machines that would probably quiet our laughter if we saw the state of disrepair of their inner workings. But such

“The suffering of dreamers is living in the sky while knowing they will still die in the earth.” -M

“Few are the ones that will love the broken in comfort and hopes, in supporting patience, in solidarity, until a wound is healed and a purpose is found.” -M

Taphoy reclined into the thistle chair and, as a quiet snow, fell lips across the ethereal which spun down from heights.

Memories are letters from our past. An experience sent forward, etched in melody, scents, and visual resonance. Delivered often unexpectedly in a sudden reflective reading. Sometimes etched in tears of

The beauty of the tinniest snowflake is lost in the fear of what it becomes when the winds bring it in hordes. Yet we blame it, although it is just an intricate piece of temporary. -M

It floods us. We are harmed in multitudes of multimaskers mutilating our March. The spring of flowers is trampled upon but the sudden winter thought to be so far away. Burning with ice, it’s stops life.