in less than an hour

my outlook on life may change.
it may stay the same,
as long as that routine is also a rhythm.
as long as my eyes are on the heavens,
and my hands are unclasped from themselves
and grasping life by its arms.

maybe my wish will come true.

omg feed me

i think some photographs have the worth of a concise sentence.

and some are worth a thousand words

fire in my bones

Cuddle!

I think this Koala bear and it's baby are so cute! I love them both, and it's better to think of things that make my heart smile. I don't like having reasons to be afraid, and I don't like that I don't feel safe in my own home. However, I love Koala bears.

blackbury

the blackberries are dead.
it's a shame; greedy vultures gather around them and
steal all the berry-juice.

i had something else to say but i forgot,
it's just one of those days.

i remembered.
it's one of those days where nothing looks good to eat
and i just want to go to sleep.

small snips

stefanie's creations

september 20th:
war paint: an outward battle cry of the war raging within.
today my face feels shattered; a  bullet through seamless thinly stretched metal. I heard aluminum gives birth defects to the unborn, so why do we use the damn stuff?
I exist.
I am coming into being, I want to 'let myself be poor again' (Rilke). I do it everyday. I screw up and mess up all this outward appeal. makes me want to try harder.
maybe I get afraid because he knows me.

september 21st: You are Atlas from the ancient Greeks. 
You carry me on your back like a feather.
everyone tells me that i will be. I think that's cruel, to tell the bird she's a fish... she will suffocate in the water welled up in her tiny hollow lungs..
this is why I must look to You,
my Atlas,
and place my name in your ever-capable hands.