memoirs, diary entries, journals. feelings too big to eat and too scary to scream in the face of. postcards
postcards
do we really exist until we are presented with our soul bared open? until we are seen and we are called?
above the clouds, upon that lofty site, when, in my vagrant thoughts, i flash and flare, for my spiritโs refreshment and delight, i build a fiery castle in the air. - giordano bruno