Made of Stars.

I sparkle. And I twinkle.

But I’m 4,000 years old and probably dead.

Flicker, flicker.

There is something healing about the desert.

It’s raw nature.

So much air.

The warmth is healing…

Energetic.

Quiet.

Alignment.

“You are exactly the way you are supposed to be,” said your astrology chart.

Know, know, know

When you know, you know,

Even when you don’t want to know,

But you know.

So now that you know,

You know what to do,

You’d rather not know,

You know?

Poetic

The art of poems.

Painted brushstrokes of letters,

Twirling inner reflections,

And commas that tether.

Word-ly heaven,

World-ly cues,

Slivers of time,

At your discretion.

Collages of thought,

Appreciate and see,

Enter the gallery,

Expressionism

in me.