but i being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feetTread softly because you tread on my dreams — William Butler Yeats
Out of o
Esoteric contemplation on wasps in a jar
Impulse of the pitiful dragonfly
That which is going to be, fights against being
The putting back
Process of possession.
Couple in love.
Pink training pants
Than just going away