start at the end

the end being now, last week a t.s. eliot quote echoed this sentiment. it's funny how time works that way. cyclically. 

we, looking back, find so much love in it, sticky, cellophane covered, translucent, soft, warm, smooth, incredible. tastes, sensations. the richness and the kindness, the tears and the anger. 

recycling: hell is pretty. this is not what it's about. i'm just filling up space trying to build a website. 

but, i'm your vibrational match. so i have a giant responsibility to uncover and apply love, beauty, poetry, and what is.