the key

            “Home, imagined, comes to be. It is real, realer than any other place, but you can’t get to it unless your people show you how to imagine it  – whoever your people are. They may not be your relatives. They may never have spoken your language. They may have been dead for a thousand years. They may be…




                  the heat stifles flowers wilt fruit ripens (as do I)    August is approaching          

about last night

        I prefer the messiness of real life      


          “He’s a wallflower. You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.” ~ Stephen Chbosky