cara

he loved her like the sea loved the stars. from afar; and from her perspective, quietly. reflective and beautiful, a silent ballet of ripples and smiling patterns scattered across the waves.

from his, it was a roaring and chaotic love. constantly moving, and always full. swells and crashes of emotion when he would see her. he'd hide from her behind the clouds and feel his storm inside him, and when the clouds would clear, and the waves would fall back, he would peek through the clouds and see her again, calm and beautiful as ever.

and then when the sea was still, each star reflecting perfectly on its surface, sometimes she would smile back. the twinkle of a star flitting across the sky. a wink that said "i love you too."

but they would never touch.

dream job... but i'm not smart enough.

too damn cold in northern nevada. where's the snow? no snow, only cold. you tease.

the ability to do work. or anything.

something i have none of

i miss you.

that giddy feeling you get feeling the first nips of winter in the air, seeing christmas lights pop up around the city more and more, seeing ornaments and tinsel galore adorning the shelves in every shop, gazing up at the moon and half expecting to see a sleigh in the sky

biggest free to use video streaming platform, released in 2005. originally started as a dating website, failed catastrophically, and was bought by google 18 months after its initial launch to become the massive video sharing platform it is today

salt bae

frustrated. what am i doing wrong?

imagine with me, if you will, a snowfall.

the catastrophic peace of a winter morning, grey skies and icy windows framed by flakes laid to rest

frostbitten breezes wind through heavy-laden branches, sending clouds of snow swirling through the air as if from a powder-puff against a grandmother's cheek

wandering rays of sunlight find their way through the cloud cover

and it's beautiful.

the most fascinating aspect of human history

wondering.

missing a friend.

i chase the weight of the moments after rainfall


where the world is restored to its former peace, albeit heavier, and the only sounds are the whispers of wayward droplets being tossed down from the treetops to join their minuscule sea

a soaring color full of hope, richness, depth, beauty.
the color of the horizon when the lingering rays of sunlight caress the hills
the gentle breath of lavender swaying in a summer breeze
a tribute to dreams of prosperity