Friday, August 27

imagine the tip of an iceberg.
that tip of an iceberg would be a speck
of a microcell
of a piece of dust
on a piece of fuzz
on a needle
in a neverending haystack
that I just spent eleven days learning.
I find myself lost.
what a lovely paradox to be.

Friday, August 20

I have been in Italy for six days and a few hours.
It smells sweeter here.
and the people are more beautiful.
and the language is unfathomable.


there is nothing.
that isn't beautiful in this country.
ill stowaway here.
took a photo of a man on a bicycle.
this place has stolen my heart.

Monday, August 2

its exhausting living in wonderland while everyone else is in the real world.

pass the sugar please.