keldemean: the self.
keldemean: live for the moments you can't put into words.
keldemean: you're scared.
keldemean: I might have to move heaven and earth
keldemean: holding out for that teenage feeling.
keldemean: crave the light.
keldemean: with prop/without prop.
keldemean: Tuesday again
keldemean: love is a place I dream of.
keldemean: loved by the sun.
keldemean: a different kind of shooting.
keldemean: the today parade.
keldemean: well I'll be damned. here comes your ghost again.
keldemean: super connected.
keldemean: here's my plan.
keldemean: in medias res.
keldemean: a contemplation of that which is in disarray.
keldemean: one of these days. I'm gonna sit down and write a long letter. to all the good friends I've known...
keldemean: when the rain came I thought you'd leave.
keldemean: what makes a thing a weed and not a flower? the tragic lack of imagination.
keldemean: hello.
keldemean: the self, in part.
keldemean: sun day.