yesteryear

(la is laughing. she knows which box of treasure i have opened today) another note from yesteryear come and let us blow our little mindsin my psychedelic worldwe’ll paint it…

i’ve given you something nice ‘n smellyso you never become ‘sarah’ (no relation to my sarah, but another), or a ‘bhelly’like a little big sister you have beenso i don’t…

the core of the applethe crusty heel of breadthe stem of the daisythe sun’s very first raythe speckles of sand that make up the rock we’re all sitting on the…

dear precious where are you in the world tonight? are you still in your head or is someone else hogging the spotlight on the stage of your life? dear resilient…

I oscillate between insecurity and not caring. I oscillate between complete self control and complete insanity. I oscillate between love and hate and life and death Every morning I awaken…