Grief.

I still haven’t gotten used to driving this windy road, she thought to herself, sitting in the back of a twisting and turning minivan was starting to turn her stomach.  When did this happen?  She used to read in the car with no problems.  Time takes it’s toll on all, I guess.  She sits, pondering…

Dead.

I have absolutely no way to put how I’m feeling into words, yet more to write about than I’ve ever had in my whole life, all at the same time.  On that note, being that time is the case, let me not waste anymore of yours; These are photos of Dead Sara.  They played a…

the art of influence

I felt like I was walking straight, but then you smiled, and I felt my body turn 90 degrees. Or was that the earth?  The entire plain of me? Up turned and downside up; not your typical blender-beaten heart. My every synapse responds to your melody, it’s like your words are plugged in deep in…

seeds.

Walking through Los Angeles lends itself to learning.  More about yourself, more about the people around you, more about Life.  The ground is littered with residues of addition, thrown cigarette filters, glass bottles, sprawled figures; discarded furniture filled with memories, their vibes radiating onto the concrete, changing the feel of the wind with each piece…

dandy-lion

so you bloomed.  you’re a mediocre flower, the kind some would call a weed, but you’re mostly left alone for lack of desire to move you.  the world rushes by, without a glance, for your colors are no different from the one planted next. so you dry.  without motivation to reach for the sky, you…