Category archives: Daydreams
pril is for indecisive clouds and letters to the past, for discarding those imaginary eggshells I’ve been walking on and opening windows, even if I let the moths in. I am kindling the flame in my little lighthouse so that… continue reading »
or she is too fond of old fashioned things, loves only what has been replaced by common sense and progress. It takes a hundred years for a mere object to gain it’s soul, age and beauty, love tarnished. She collects… continue reading »
verything tastes of violets today, of memories and the too long shadows that fall when one approaches silence. I’ve been walking backwards, hopscotch, over the cracks in the pavement (which open, welcoming me, it is cooler underground) running out of… continue reading »