one daydreams of love, romance, and his future. the other daydreams of surfing, soccer and late night pizza. separated by almost 30 years we both daydream, yet at different stages of our lives ...
daydreamers …
i see the beauty in you …
if i could box these sunrises up and hand them to you the beauty i see in them is the beauty i see in you ...
“reality” …
i used to think that sickening, depressed, lethargic feeling i got prior to coming home was having to face “reality.” i no longer think that ...
create yourself …
i don’t always see magic, but when i do, i now recognize it. like on this refrigerator at my air b&b. maybe i knew who i was all along. it’s just that i let others define my self worth. the day i stopped looking and began creating, my life started to change ...
beyond the horizon …
somewhere beyond the horizon, my romantic muse awaits ...
