if i went to wyoming, i'd kiss the trees and watch my breath form shapes in the fog

we'd listen, and we would be unstimulated but so stimulated
no billboards or phones
just silence and sound

impossibly possible

what are the opportunities that are borne of this moment? what are we missing by thinking about tomorrow?

what does sexuality mean? why is it so important to some and not in others? what does it signify?

is this nature or nurture?

where do i find inspiration?

eyelashes. water. light. mess.

a new year, a new light

heart flutters, full of flight