in the drops that fall
find pieces of dreams
fold them into
the mind of the cake
you bake to make tomorrow.
-ALJ
above.
Beware of rebloggers.
(Source: superpunch2)
the light of darkness
North Beach, San Francisco
What is it about the future that it keeps repeating itself?
I write the words that want to be written -
It is the camera of my thoughts
That connects my past with my future