good night. sleep tight. bless you. sweet dreams. peace and i love you.

I woke up in the middle of the night
and it took no time to go into thought-
immediately I was in conversation with myself.
Sometimes there is no grey in extremities.

Should I have talked about Juliette or the leaves, since it's impossible to do both at once? ...

this reminds me of an old town, which once was a new city.

never wish to shine.

As for Mother Gothel,
her heart shrank to the size of a pin,
never again to say: Hold me, my young dear,
hold me,
and only as she dreamed of the yellow hair
did moonlight sift into her mouth.

I get by in life on amphibological errors and motivations.

I have a memory of who I wanted to be grew I grew up.

even the most perfect reproduction is lacking in one element: presence in time and
space. It's unique existence at the place it happened to be as photographs
give people an imaginary
possession of a past that is unreal, they also help people take possession of a space
in which they are insecure. photography has become on of the principle devices
for experiencing something. For giving appearance of participation!

Swimming in the ocean looks dreamy...