back in the med.

these days have been a dream.
we found the fairyhole and jellyfished in the mediterranean sea.
we slept on the rocks under the full moon, made a fire and counted stars til we fell asleep to the gentle lull of the waves.
we made love as we watched the sunset and reflected in eachother's eyes at the mouth of a cave as the sea crashed at our feet.
we found a friend we were subconsciously looking for.
a super hippy yoga-art-meditation-spiritual nomad from north carolina.
we met her naked swimming in the sea, picked her up in the van and traveled in the last days of renata to the sandy beach, found a cane hut made for us to take refuge nap in the hot sandsun, painted watercolors with sand textures, ate cozze washed and blessed in the sea, learned new ashtanga yoga flows, gave thai massages and buried eachother in the sand.
we shared space, time, music, meals, laughter and love and spirit with a girl with less our years and more our gall and experience, an encyclopedia of incredibly precious knowledge and spirit.
we learned to appreciate eachother, recognize the comfortable place our love had grown into, and see where we would like to go, be inspired to the greatest depths of our souls. new goals new dreams new friends new possibilities and a handful of songs and seashells.

buca delle fate.

listening to my heartbeat
the sea
and all of a sudden it stops.
in midair midbreath midwavelength
drops off the charts off the radar off the face of the earth
and the world holds its breath in waiting
in wonder why
the white noise gone unnoticed in sleep upon ceasal disrupts the flow.
starts again.

oh beach house. gimme that nostalgia milkshake.

and im drowning
myself
in it tonight




silken rapture wrapped up in the


(you only give me what you dont want no more.)