Saturday, March 17, 2007

his heart is in the right place. you know. but he wonders still if it gets lost there among all the other hearts. up there in the sky. hearts get lost. the sun beats down hot. he loves when it hits his face. The sun, like that, beating hard and strong. This moment is pretty,he says to himself. Even with hearts with hearts in the sky far awy. he has his own heart and he has the sun. and that is okay <3

Friday, March 02, 2007


Today is Bengel spice tea, oatmeal, and a carrot honey muffin. It's rain and soggy dark trees and a white sky flat pounding and dancing onto the gravel street. Its puddles of mud in the grass along the walkway, and tiny buds coming through the trees.
I wonder where the frogs are
and if feral kitty cats stay dry.