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The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.-Jack Kerouac

Photos from the apple field 

Blue Moon

Driving towards my village Farmakas

What moonsongs
Do you sing your babies?
What sunshine do you bring?
Who belongs.Who decides who’s crazy

Who rights wrongs where others cling?
I’ll sing for you.If you want me to. I’ll give to you
And it's a chance I’ll have to take
And it’s a chance I’ll have to break
I go along .Just because I’m lazy
I go along to be with you .And those moonsongs
That you sing your babies.Will be the songs to see you through
I’ll hear your song.If you want me to.I’ll sing along
And it’s a chance I’ll have to take. And it’s a chance I’ll have to break

I’m in love with you
I’m in love with you
I’m in love with you

I’m in love with you.So in love
I’m in love with you.With you
I’m in love with you

I’m in love with you.So in love
I’m in love with you.
I’m.
I’m so in love.
I’m in love with you...

Autumn's Sweet Comfort

“It’s never quite right, all the things we are
taught, all the loves we chase, all the deaths we
die, all the lives we live.”

— Charles Bukowski

Hiking with my grandma