The beauty of being a tumbleweed is that I have many homes... and how good is it to be loved eveywhere I go!

A longing satisfied gives birth to temporary happiness, and temporary happiness is better than none at all... but I am loved every where I go, so there is no reason to complain when one receives this gift.

You and I might be kindred spirits in a parallel universe... yet you have always been the keeper of my passwords; how can I ever thank you for your service? But then I think about your truth that you misled me with, and I understand that we are looking at the same darkness... but from different vantage points.

paradoxes are very business-like,  very corporate.... and for good or for bad, there’s a layer of human that is always always alone.