In my dreams, we're still screaming

It is a gorgeous day. Or at least it is for Indiana, PA in February.

I slept in until 1pm today.



I am sufficiently caffeinated.



I have a wonderful song in my head.

We may be allowed outside for stage combat today to practice rapier and dagger.

Not half bad. :)

and one more for the road

a shuddered inhale and another
the realization of breathing, the movement of air
gives up the need to stutter out lines
and exhale one after the other

inside the labored dream state
one can see for years and leagues and wrinkles
our measurements, our sentiments
spaces we love and time we hate

she speaks

artwork speaks to us in a million ways. today it spoke to me in pictures.












(i came across all of these and many more on ffffound.com - check it out. really.)