Seeds
Turn into sprouts...

Sunday morning
It is Sunday morning...

A hymn to TJ
The desert Eagle is overlooking it's plain...

I have packed the suitcase
ready for departure...

Vertigo of love
Standing beside love...

Writing makes me feel borderless,
my many journeys makes me feel explorative...

Beautiful clouds is playing
The skies are changing...

Morning has broken the night,
Now sunshine is covering us...

Friday afternoon,
I'm fresh, want your here...

Inside me the vibrations of yesterday's message is...
Each muscle is still tender and smoothened and my...

I am building love
Collecting letters...

Our definition of love in plural forms,
Can have a variety and thus a mixture of thoughts...