…Happiness is the uncle you never knew about, who flies a single-engine plane onto the grassy landing strip, hitchhikes into town, and inquires at every door until he finds you asleep midafternoon as you so often are during the unmerciful…
…Happiness is the uncle you never knew about, who flies a single-engine plane onto the grassy landing strip, hitchhikes into town, and inquires at every door until he finds you asleep midafternoon as you so often are during the unmerciful…
With you I have hovered Above the sea In storm I smelled the tropical dew Of winter flowers… I have seen clouds Dissolute like dreams Of perpetual summers… With you I stopped Breathing Over the color of a Rose. Red…
The Sea is a fickle lover One day sweet as honey dew The other bitter like sin… that makes you fall harder as if hit by a ton of bricks made of water glass Sincerity. It loves you back with…
“Love. Fall in love and stay in love. Write only what you love, and love what you write. The word is love. You have to get up in the morning and write something you love, something to live for.” ―…
“You must be shapeless, formless, like water. When you pour water in a cup, it becomes the cup. When you pour water in a bottle, it becomes the bottle. When you pour water in a teapot, it becomes the teapot.…
My blooming chart says Love is not Love that could not resist the flowers to seed, bloom, bask in the moon, wither in the wind and wait patiently in the ground more agains than springs… Art By Michael…
Pirating love is hunting the fields in early May dreams for fireflies and roses alike to keep them barred in jars and bottles with light until your heart inflames to the touch and burns from drinking shades of the evening…
You are better than unicorns and moonshine combined. You are better than gossamer and fireflies entwined. Make sure to notice the collateral beauty of dreaming and dreading, wishing and fearing, abysses and mountains, venom and honey in a kiss that…
What is your why? We all have a secret engine. It may be the fire in our hearts lit by a wondrous smile, or the sparkle of a new day, the uneasy warmth of doing something new, the hope of…
Forget-him-not as there is no better feeling to construct a tenderer living in the uprooted land that thrives on light hope and might. Unlove-him-not as two hearts hoard together and endeavor against fallacy and the midnight country of regret. …
“Language is not like the sun,
heating and scorching
but like the moon
keeping secrets
and the arcane magic of the night
throwing stars
in the lilacs’ claws
till dawn.” -Iulia Halatz