Full bloom is when the earth won’t stop smiling, the world won’t stop spinning into the furthest of reaches.
If I could put your laughter in a box, I would sink like sand. Quick, hold me.
Be the person that proclaims with your being: I am proof that there is good in the world.
High tech marks a forward trajectory, approaching Most Human and then surpassing it.
Phone therapy replaces phone sex. What have we done to our insides?
My ego loves you. I however, don’t.
Time feels like the tired grope of my hands on a rope pulled tight. Down the rabbit hole we go.