LXXXII

Thankful for legs that walk a heart that beats eyes that see and a mind that dreams.

[Image: Cakies]

LXXXI

Lover of my soul.

Even when I don’t know you know. Even when I don’t hear me you hear me. You hear me when I don’t speak and when my heart sings. When my heart beats and my ears ring and my mind's lost and my souls clinging. You hear me. You hear the me in me. You see the you in me. I can't see but you see me and I can't think but your thoughts are of me and I can't breath but you breath into me the best of me and the most of me and the you in me.  You beat in me. Your beat in me is more of me than any else of me or he or she. You're doing a work in me. My heart sees. My heart beats. You're doing a work in me.

[Images: Pinterest]

LXXX

'Stranger than fiction'

I once saw my dad hit a man on a zebra crossing. Right there in the daylight. Not with his fist, with his bonnet. My dad hit him and I saw because I was in the Mazda too. The Mazda with the bonnet that hit the man on the zebra crossing. I saw him hit him because I was in the Mazda with the bonnet. Does that mean I hit him too? Right there in the daylight.

LXXIX

Write about what you know.
Write about ethnicity, and love, and love of difference.
Write about wrongs and rights and righting wrongs, and the wrongs that are the hardest to make right. Perhaps the ones you can't.
Write about fantasy and make-believe, the things you're scared to think. The things you can't think when you're awake. The things you dream.
Write about what you know so they it can know it you too.

[Image: Rachell Smith for Rhye album cover 'Woman']

LXXVIII

There is only one love language. "Die to self". 



[Words: Christine Caine]

LXXVII

A lifetime is barely enough. 

[Image form personal collection]

LXXVI

“Sometimes, we like to mess with your heads,” announced the promoter, the chatter fading as the audience focused on the stage. Their eyes rest on the girl with penetrant eyes of arctic blue. Standing beside him with an electric guitar, she’s beautiful, a little scary looking and all but aglow with a rare charisma. Encouraging welcoming applause, he concludes her introduction: “This is one of those times.”

- David Morrison

[Image: Kate Moss by Alasdair McLellan for Another Magazine A/W 2014]