Our regrets want to bring back many things we leave behind.

When sighs are hypnotized by sorrowHappy moments you need to borrowFrom a little child or from a birdWho has the wild freedom of soul: stirred!

A writer leads a hyphenated-life with words.

I want you to be my black vulture:forever monogamous!

Who’s gonna bring the wild animals some hope? If we don’t love them the way they are..

We should learn to savor some moments to let time feel worth existing.