Friday, February 18, 2011

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

words words words

All I want is for someone to listen, someone to hear, someone to know, someone to understand.
Those someones give the words

Saturday, February 5, 2011

supernovas and stardust

You are the light in my veins, the sunshine under my feet.
You are the sound of the ocean buried in the conch,
the sound of the hidden coins in my mother's couch.
You are the Atlas of my world, the invisible hand, the center of it all.