Tag Archives: winter 2011

crush it

heathcliff’s harem

but the shadows rested longer, and the sunshine was more transient

ballooning with ideas



dying every second

depths of layered reality, somewhere between shadowed pasts and ghostly futures.
haunted we are by glimmers of far off white.
even the stars are dying every second.
their light may pass us eventually but it continues and expands the universe further.

an ant’s perspective


the corners we forgot
remembered with two blinks of an eye
i like looking at the ground because i am shy
but sometimes it is nice to look up at the sky

the winter’s tale


Go together,
You precious winners all; your exultation
Partake to everyone. I, an old turtle,
Will wing me to some withered bough, and there
My mate, that’s to be found again,
Lament till I am lost.

easy getaway


you know those people who can walk through walls?