Waking dreams are reality. The things that don't feel real, the things that are intangible, are the only things worth living for. Beautiful things; things that fall upon ones ear as strands of notes are delicately laced…

And good memories. But... still I miss you. Selling Christmas trees and drinking Hot Cider with family is pretty darn awesome. Makes me wish I was at Lake Tahoe or Pagosa springs Colorado. Oh goodness How I want to ski…

like writing... The tea in front of me silently puffs whisps of steam as if to prod me forward and encourage me. I feel so inspired and alive, like a candle in the corner of a dark room. I sit here quietly, defying the…

It's true... I just realized it today. Well formerly I had come to the conclusion with some help from my peers that I was indeed Oblivious to most if not everything that was happening around me. Perhaps its just e…

It was a misty morn. The trees were dripping, the birds a singing, and my soul was contemplating quietly. The thick blanket of fog immersed the landscape. It was an English fog. Big dew drops fell from my leafless f…