Brevity is beautiful.
As is limitation, underexpression, and suggestion.
That's why I tumble.
Why skinny love, when you can have succulent love.
Too many thoughts for sleep.
This is just starting to bloom; can’t wait to bring it to the new apartment and fill my room with its heady aroma.
Fade to white.
A ranunuclus dedicated to the last day of February.
A mind of its own.