Your face
unexpected at the train station
more pretty than the cherry blossoms
Post-hangover. Post meeting God in a dream. Almost shit myself on the side of the road. Plum blossoms in bloom. Too much to talk about so there’s nothing to say. Inspired and tired and rejuvenated after a tumble from my shoddy wagon. Look at those times improving. I need to start yoga for my back and emotional center… but without the religious crap.
Love you all. Except the ones who are not on the Yeti’s side.