Birds of passage

In the effort to fly the little. Bird flys from pillar to pillar trying to complete his journey, only thing is he eventually gets lost and makes a nest. He hides his home up above and raises a family. Perhaps the next generation can make it through the passage.

Birds of passage

In the effort to fly the little. Bird flys from pillar to pillar trying to complete his journey, only thing is he eventually gets lost and makes a nest. He hides his home up above and raises a family. Perhaps the next generation can make it through the passage.

Hush

The quiet needs to be silenced, drowned with the noise. That’s it go with the flow let the noise wash over. Time goes slower and we breath the ecstatic air.

Proper forms

In a perfect world I wouldn’t be disabled. I wouldn’t be here on this dial a ride. Honestly I don’t even like admitting it, feeling oh so similar to an admission of weakness. I get on the bus, “how much is it?” I ask.

“Dollar seventy for regular and a dollar for disabled.” Simple really. So I go hey can get the disability count? And I’m asked do you have proof.. and I’m like… “well I clearly am, I can barely stand right now. “ Not proudly of course. But it’s a fact.

Do you have documented proof?

I kind of laugh, ”i mean not with you. I’m not faking I honestly hate this. I have a a card that says I am if you need it.

”Well you need the proper card, ours is blue.”

I swear the world is overtaken by vogons. A burning feeling I got while I struggled to get off.

Scare of the minute.

It was something so short lasted. The word count that I had worked meticulously to accumulate, gone and halved. The evidence of the disappearance very minimal, this is it, time for the factory reset, a purge to get fresh. But in reality everything is fine.

Margarita on the beach

I understand that, the salt on the glass the sweet concoction mixed on the inside. Hearing the waves crash and staring at the sunset… a perfect goal in mind for the future. Sooner rather than later.

Memories

In a sense we are made by memories and we make them. We think back to recreate the good, 21 years into life and there is still much to create and recreate.

Memories

In a sense we are made by memories and we make them. We think back to recreate the good, 21 years into life and there is still much to create and recreate.

BIGGER IDENTITY

Music of life, that’s me… it’s this thing I thought was oh so original . Okay there are many who have this, a book a dance company, and another blog. But let’s be the modern recreation. Renaming modern and beautiful, starting and going. Not stopping. We’ll be the BIGGER IDENTITY.

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