Language is a power that defies decription.

We were fully met without being held, fully undressed without being claimed.

Surrender happens long before submersion.

It is thought, not act—that is our undoing.

Some photos take your breath away. And some, will steal your heart.

Winter touches us in ways that hands never could.

Memory is just our imagination

The little grains of sand that fill our hourglass each have universes of their own.

“Some creatures never grow lungs; they breathe through their skin.” — Wysteria