Beware of artists. They mix with all classes of society and therefore are the most dangerous.
—Queen Victoria
Fae Wish
In the middle of the road of my life I awoke in a dark wood where the true way was wholly lost.
—Dante
Sometimes I wish I was a flower—
oh to live my days
absorbing sun
and water,
swaying alongside the breeze,
unafraid
a bee lands upon my petals,
I burst into bloom
yet remain stationary.
Silicon Valley is Real Sometimes
Today I was driving home from work and:
Sanctuary
This is where I sit and breathe in the foggy air coming in from the Pacific. My sea green bungalow, a haven from what matters not.
Ranunculus Heaven
What if heaven
is a field of endless flowers?
Where we could spend an hour,
or a day,
and if not—
then an eternity—
the blink of an eye.