pt II

i wish i had the pencil i loved so much earlier.

its okay that i don't because it wasn't mine to have.

we can't have everything we want.

but that's why we treasure the things we do have.

change all of the "we"'s to "i"'s

crystal healing

i can be a hermit.

i love to be surrounded by the things most comfortable to me.

that doesn't mean

location, but sentiment.

marysol

the water waves me down like a taxi.

the moon directs me towards it.

i walk on my side to reach my happiness.

directness would be easier but against my nature.

the seafoam allows tranquility that mixes with dreams.

the sun and the ocean are my life, and escape from it.

orgManic

the cherries were bursting with color & juice that when squeezed they just multiplied.

my eyes turned into avocados and my skin more and more into a tomato. sliced and peeled my clothes shred and my smile larger.

my soul divulged itself 3x the bushel then my stomach.

even the dogz in chile drink

conquistadora

my conquest is done in silence.
i´ll tell you this much- im winning.
my clock is off but my heart and stomach are aligned.
my skin is bronzed with no thought of returning.

Here's to you JL.

you were always my favorite beatle.

our memories together go far back. even before my existence. You wrote my parent's song. my mom didn't know english but knew the words regardless.

I remember long road trips with your tape on repeat in the car.

thank you for your influence on music. philosophy. society. and me.