Books, Pages, Music, Notes, Memories and Playful Moments all Gathering in their Rightful Places. (Copy)
The Wind Touched My Face a Certain Way Today. (Copy)
Sometimes I Simply Say things with Color. (Copy)
October, for Me will Always mean Older. No Matter what the Flowers Say (Copy)
I’m not Sure if I have every Truly Felt at Home. So, I Painted Myself Some Flowers to Feel at Home. (Copy)
The Bloom of Spring Caught them Both Staring at the Color in Each Others Eyes. (Copy)
Time Travel and Jumping. I think They are the Same. (Copy)
The Timing Couldn’t have been more Precise She Told Him. (Copy)
It was Science Fiction Like. The Earth was Crying. (Copy)
Like a Simple Rewind. A time to Play it Back Again. (Copy)
The Bloom of Spring Caught them Both Staring at the Color in Each Others Eyes. (Copy)
My, Don’t these Flowers Smell Wonderful? (Copy)
Something About the Winds in the Canyon that Force the Calm Upon These Dreams #3. (Copy)
Something About the Winds in the Canyon that Force the Calm Upon These Dreams #1. (Copy)
Something About the Winds in the Canyon that Force the Calm Upon These Dreams #2. (Copy)
There are Moments that Color and Scent Take me Towards (Copy)
My Fingers Brushed Across the Blooming Life and I felt Everything. (Copy)
I Miss the Summer Days Playing on the Mission Lawn in Santa Barbara and Running Amongst the Flowers. (Copy)