love sickens
and spews forth sentiment
a flatulent rose

aeons endlessly

casting the sea

am I distressed?

if i were to die tomorrow
how would i live
not worrying about money,
or my life
thats for sure!
only some sense of vastness
tomorrow
how do i live?

who are you
where do you come from ?
i don't know
the peach tree blossom
supporteth me

who am i ?
and why don't
i know
the peach tree
blossom
supporteth me

  i was driving along yesterday and caught a mass of light pink blossom out of the corner of my eye and stopped and looked at it. A person on the property said he thought it was a peach tree.

her soul as deep as her eyes

the grey sea washes back and forth