You always had me
scratching at the dirt...
When I first laid a bite, I saw black and white;
a bunch of bright stars. What a delight...
I wasn't born
in Ballarat...
my week has been a raining day so far
with winds semi-calm and clouds as grey...
I got stuck one day
with my shoe lodged...
Inspired places
no sad faces...
All travel may carry its dangers
whether driving the Mid-East...
There are many things
that I want to say...
In darkness,
without any words...
I like watching the sky combust
into constellations of flocking...
All these rivers flood
into Ganges - sustain life...
She wished to be child again
She imagined it all so badly...