walking in beauty

∏ Ô ∏ Do you really think it is a gift, hearing opportunity knocking at any given moment in time, balancing out the mountains and valleys, rivers and lakes, all the oceans and skies, between the life I’m breathing into a world of my design, a word made of letters, of countless variables and multitudes…

fenced delicacies

How I stash away my food, like a squirrel stowing nuts for a dark day of hibernation. you with your sticky fingers and runny noses and greedy mouths would go to any heights just to get a taste of my delicacies. maybe I need to wire some fence made of hard language; that usually puts…