Posted 6 days ago
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My feet
is my only carriage,
So I’ve got to push on through.
Posted 2 months ago
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Standing overlooking the lake at 1 am.
Waves send hinted scents of spring at my face.
Under moonlight,
It moves slowly and effortlessly,
Like the trailing steam,
Emerging from a fresh cup of coffee.
Night owl by blood.
Geometric visions.
Shift in perception.
Frank Lloyd wRIGHT.
Ah life
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Posted 3 months ago
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I enjoy making messes far too much.
Last page of this book, always feels a bit strange opening the next one…
Posted 3 months ago
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Posted 3 months ago
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Wawacolors.
Posted 3 months ago
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Posted 4 months ago
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Notes. Thoughts. Scribs.
Posted 4 months ago
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Posted 6 months ago
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Why didn’t I live in this era guhh. This looks like my type of party.
Posted 10 months ago
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23 days Chicago.
Posted 10 months ago
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George Winston-Lullaby.
There’s a few memories I hold dear connected with this piece.
And when will I not feel hollow anymore?
Posted 10 months ago
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