I’m coming, I’m coming!
your light escapes me
not.
in my peripheral vision —
what the heck is that anyways,
it’s just vision —
your sparkle-twinkle
tickles my soul
and
brightens my heart.
I’m coming, I’m coming!
I can feel your
urgency
urging me to
let in the light
allow the good
believe in the miraculous
for
that’s.
all there is.
miracles—
connecting invisible lines of
forever—
are all that ever were, and
all that ever will be,
say you.
for the squirrel buries the acorn,
believing;
the cardinal lays her eggs,
believing;
the girl agrees to a first date,
believing…
that
there is so much more
for us to
love
4/8/26 L.S.
I feel like I’ve been creating a lot of shitty art lately. Or perhaps, more accurately, I haven’t given myself much time to create. And I really do miss it. So instead of flowing ideas, this little ditty feels more like crackling bits of electricity seeking meaning. Thanks for coming along for the ride. ☺️
Wherever you are, I hope you can feel love. xo
Photo was taken at Sfoglina in Washington, D.C. where I ate so much, I’m pretty sure I’m still full. 🤤