spend my days in an endless field of meadows, with sheep as big as bushes. wool as soft as clouds alike, knitted cardigans dyed with french pink. the sheep would carry me wherever. i wo...

i picked the burning tuscan sun sitting in warm mutton soup with my chopsticks. and placed it in my mouth. the soft yolk spilt sweetly on my tongue. flooding me insides in yellow mellow...

from where i lie i see the skies so clear that i see the crocodile float laz… a stork lands on the surface, it flies away with a guppy in its…

grapefruits and oranges drizzled honey in the scorching summer scattered puffy clouds. thick and subtle sun breeze, dollops of color dotted on fruit trees. warm vanilla singing in the a...

picking strawberries in the mornin… under the sun. they blushed deep w…

hold my fingers into the mellow su…

tucked in my blue pullover on the…

warm egg yolks for the middle, and…

the sky finally melts into a bashf… to slide down the horizon. i imagine sugar grains for stars a…

the sun looks like a slice of oran…

bloody red skies of passion bloome…

don’t you know the bliss of fresh…

i munch my butterscotch ice cream, occasionally chewing the little gummy titbits of caramel toffee that sometimes get stuck in your third molars. the spoonful of chilled treat melts int...

it was a bright, sunny day with wools of sugar swimming in it. those wools then melting into a river of sweet puddle. strings of daisies and poppies sticking out in the grassy field. th...

his voice flows soft, like warm ho… hugging me snug from behind on a c…