Remembering imagined lives

When is it darkest again? I forget.

you can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, but do not pick your friends nose

My home, like my mind, is cluttered with a lifetime of goodness unrealized.

February 2025 – Dallas, TX

A reflection on loyalty

It is night and my heart goes to you...

It is Night, an english translation

In to every life must fall an existential lunch or two

Moving forward doesn't mean moving on

Break upon me as water on the rocks.