Tag: artist life
Finding Chai and Time Again
I once professed a hatred towards anything that is not plain black coffee but I find myself at this moment absolutely in love with every sip of this drink. It is not the best sort of chai; there is only enough spice for it to be called a chai but I know I have had…
I long to dwell in an ocean of fancies
I long to dwell in the ocean of fanciesanother body of water after a Countless.How can I help but dream of fishing every nightto catch such anything that puts me in bliss? I’d like to lay in a blanket of daisies—for the soil itself to be strands of my tresses.Does it matter if my eyes…