tired. and missing someone.

i missed my homies last monday naean, wordcaster and wnguttierez.

Nothing like a scary movie marathon w. ice cream on hand on this humid afternoon. I'm missing someone who likes to put his arms around me.

serendipity.

Mornings make me stronger. God is in the clouds and the trees, shining. Good are the mornings indeed.

A haunted morning. Witches and ghosts for breakfast.

everyday is full of surprises. magic exists and its right smack in the middle of our chests. we just have to nudge it a little to the left.

trinoma first. then off to south.

misses his green apple. no not this one. the one with the krunch to it.