black bird tea. this morning i drank.
so this is not the best rendition of the song that i have done… but i am striving to entertain myself by posting this. (birdo by josephine foster)
there is an opera singer in my bathroom!
the difference between "its almost time to go" and...
the night i arrived here was pitch black. I saw the few lights of the city below me, but my head faced the dark, landing with a quiet bouncing of the plane’s wheels. i became nervous about how dark it was around me. what did it mean, and what did it actually hold for me? but kindness approached me from a stranger and drove me to this town, this town that is quiet but pushing toward something...
ahem. first song EVER played on the ukule le le le. meep! ps. i am also new to learning how to sing in tune! :P
you should visit andrea and my portrait site
and there goes the home, floating off to sea. I guess it had been set adrift a while ago, because i can see it now a mile or so out. what does one do when they find out they no longer have a home? building a home can take such an amount of time, and then to settle into it takes that much longer- so much so, that when that very home is destroyed, the one who fought to build it no longer...