Good Night My Self

Big deer mushrooms

Ada or Ardor: A Family Chronicle, Vladimir Nabokov

We’ve never existed in each other's world - only this pull I can't explain. Life has kept us apart, cruel and constant, but still, I wait with a heart wide open, because something in me already knows you.

i miss you, again

and since i cannot tell you

i leave it here instead

in hopes that some day

it will find its way to you

Mountain Laurel

Sunrise.

I think about you a lot.

All the time, actually.

In the morning, at night,

in the middle of my day.

It's you.

It's always been you.

Franz Kafka, 1912

lovely saturday spread

“Say it before you run out of time. Say it before it’s too late. Say what you’re feeling. Waiting is a mistake.”

— Unknown