quitecontrary

There's a Fibonacci sequence at the tip of my fingers, just barely brushing the neurons and sending joules of electricity to warn my brain of what's coming; the waves of ...

I thought I sailed headlong into it, that these waves were my demise as well as my saving grace; I thought this shallow water an ocean, and more than that ...

There's something different about the sun, how it never changes all the day long but my perspective does-- Maybe it's because the heart inside of it beats like a gong ...

There rarely grows moss in glacial climates like mine; new hope brings soft springs.

He brings so much joy Stuffed in a large red bag; bells Ring softly like stars.