You must never stop being whimsical.

It was very whimsical, and very well done.

Why they don’t wanna walk in my shoes, I ask them to come out of their shoes and walk the world in mine and then judge me.

absence can be present, like a damaged nerve, like a dark bird

Flowers lead to books, which lead to thinking and not thinking and then more flowers and music, music. Then many more flowers and many more books.

Maybe i would become a mermaid... i would live in the swirling blue-green currents, doing exotic underwater dances for the fish, kissed by sea anemones, caressed by seaweed shawls. I would have a doliphin friend. He would have merry eyes and thick flesh of a god. My fingernails would be tiny shells and my skin would be like jade with light shining through it I would never have to come back up