Make stuff, make poetry, make art. Make, make. It’s going to save you.

Make stuff, make poetry, make art. Make, make. It’s going to save you.


The thing is, my dreams of future life showed visions of wisdom, zen, finding balance…

But the country they call life, teaches that life and dreams are not quite the same thing.

And everyday I find new ways to find solace, find balance –

“And maybe, if I’m lucky, some wisdom will trickle in…”


[Sometimes in the living of every day
I often forget about the life of it
the intentionality, “the composing of the life”
that I once set out to do. The daily bustle,
that once emerged from me –
often swallows me up
until all I can do is hold on for dear life
to banal rituals
so that I don’t lose myself.]
For pacificleo.