Metamorphosis is the most profound of all acts.
Maybe that was the price of loving someone: You lost your grasp of where they ended and you began.
Fuzzy Tally is no more.
you dont see me, now you do, but only if i want you to
She looked at David closely, and the feeling was still there. She could see that his forehead was too high, that a small scar cut a white stroke through his eyebrow. And his smile was pretty crooked, really. But it was as if something had changed inside Tally's head, something that had turned his face pretty to her.
The Internet is global and seemingly omniscient, while iPods and phones are all microscopic workings encased in plastic blobjects. Compare that to a steam engine, where you can watch the pistons move and feel the heat of its boilers. I think we miss that visceral appeal of the machine.
We don't always get to choose what we love.
I want to tell her how much she's become the center of my being. But I can't. The words won't come.
Writers really live in the mind and in hotels of the soul.
If one can only see things according to one's own belief system, one is destined to become virtually deaf, dumb, and blind.
Sandra Kasturi's magical poems transform the ordinary into the surreal and exotic.