The job of the artist is always to deepen the mystery.

Anja Rubik- Obsessed

Glenn Gould - Bach Partita No. 6 (1 Toccata)

A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.

An idea, like a ghost, must be spoken to a little before it will explain itself.

"Aura" must be until you open your mouth. -Andy Warhol

Supergrass - Late In The Day

One of the Greats. RIP Tony Scott

The ego is an illusion; we are all parts of a whole.

I get to do this tonight

We drank iced coffee and told our dreams in the sand

Hamburg, Germany

I want to go where the ghosts go

I asked him to run away with me and leave all this behind...

I stepped onto her streets and knew London would have a part of my heart forever

Cafe Le Monde- London

   I sat at this cafe all afternoon writing. I met a guy with amazing socks who wanted to see me again. I smiled and told him I would write about him someday.

The Raconteurs - Level

I need a little more romance, please.

Helen Stellar- "Newton"

big and small

I feel like I'm Alice in Wonderland and my life is a monstrosity of bizarre characters and nonsense. Life is so strange. I'm here, living my life in one place, yet my mind and heart are somewhere else.

To think of you that way now, it could only be written for lovers

Zero Pancakes

Maybe I’m just hazy

All of this talk of writing is making me fucking crazy

Maybe it’s heightened by expectations and the need to feel validated

At all times I have created

Mystery

I asked seven people today if they wanted pancakes with me

No takers

No blueberries on my tongue to satisfy my need for existence 

So again I eat alone

I grimace at the ugly face on the other side of lonely

That other word for lonely that we’ll call

Forgotten 

Mother

A mother trickles down those lost and lonely stairs

People tell her that she’s beautiful but she doesn’t seem to care

To catch her off the box is a rare sight indeed

Another world, another planet she really wants to be

Because she does not partake in the shallow things we do

Her orb contains a heart bigger than any of us knew 

Stronger than the waves crashing upon that frightful sea

Her blue and grey stories meant everything to me

She sings her songs of courage, she sings her songs of grace

Her poetic words of parting the men always have to chase

As a little girl she skipped and granted other people magic

Soft hands floating above the piano like doves who seem to have it

Go now into the unknown without fear

Please, can’t someone tell her she knows her destiny?

She knows her inevitable point in time, you see

I decided to walk into your dream and not only inspire but

I changed it

Because I’m your umbrella you carry with you

Through the rain which seldom breaks your heart

Sleep tight my dear, for soon you’ll feel the Arizona sun

And with conviction it tells you the new day has begun.