Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Suddenly, a cloud must have cut a hole in my head,
When I was tangled all in your words.
How quick to forget, we are
With eyes unimpressed, you’re sealing the conversations.
And are you wondering how things could be?
Just staring at the surface,
When all the walls have tendencies.
But it’s not your fault when no one taught you how.
Monday, December 9, 2013
A tongue of lava oozes out from beneath the recently cooled crust of a flow. The silica contained within, reflects the early morning sunlight, giving its surface a glassy sheen.
Photo and caption credit: Bruce Omori
Be my big spoon grab my bum and play with my hair so I can fall asleep.
It is mine. Brittany gave me enough samples for me to realize I needed it.
Tea time with @brittany_bix ! Missin’ London
in 2014 🇺🇸