top of page

Existence

We are breathing

We are being

We are bound to disappear

We are nothing

We are something

We are everything, my dear

Recent Posts

breathe in: breathe out open eyes count to five one, two, three, four no one two three four five no five didn’t feel quite right one two...

an evening drive with the moon and Patsy Cline

I don't know who I want to be but I know who I am and that's enough

bottom of page