selfsatisfied

location: san jose
environment:kinkos
I smell roses whenever they present themselves to me. I pick up prickly pears from teh groud, like a found lemon, that leaves sharp hairs in my skin. will i feel this prikle all day long. to simply observe takes my who awareness. for an instant i feel the entire weight of mone day passed. it is heavy.
one bold step towards mortailty, mine, others, everything, including the concept of quenching ones desire, satisfied. the gift of a pair of humming birds chasing each other at dusk as the half moon sky gains more contrast, with every floating moment.