Imaginary king of the sea.

A wedding is like a poem.

I am of the opinion that what we call the future may be closer to the past then the future. It is like an orbit that won't shift and it spins with frightening regularity. We as mere human see something different, the flawed animal we are. I observe nature these days humbled at my weakness, and it helps in not being ashamed of all the tragedy to our story.

Scratch the surface.

Pin this down.

In a place much like earth.

I'm off to Jupiter!

The clipped rose.

Allow yourself to shine.

There is hope..