Leaving the sun, is like leaving a warm fireplace, letting go of an embrace from an old friend or maybe even exiting the womb from where all life have its entry point. I leave with my glittering sneakers in one hand, soft pink fluffy llama notebook in the other and…

We almost forgot the moon at timesbut it did appearit was there remembering ourselves what happens with a love like that it lights the whole sky ____________________________________________ Remembering the moment of a small eggfalling through a bigger circlethe scent of transformation growingmultiple arms, legs, headsbreathsbodies into air The look of…