joy, wonder, mystery
can't touch the bottom
unexpected things
everything is temporary
neither this nor that
all our truths
this is what gratitude is
wake up to the world
look at this
I am this breathing
holding a shadow
like you mean it
the soul
talking to myself
you forget
you're the reason
real art
I know you know
this beautiful mess
beyond and beneath
future vanishes
say what you want
haunted
we're not supposed to talk about it
Make mistakes...
all this time
at the edge
losing touch
Ten pages...
don't ask...
Starting, restarting and making a mark...
woes me...
Your are poetry...
The best we can do...