Someday Maybe Children of the midnight sun who lost their sight also love to play hide and seek with butterflies among golden magnolias and white chrysanthemums fighting imaginary demons and pastries and cakes want to live eat, play, sleep and see the world as normal…

A constant moving canvas, always a masterpiece, but never quite completed, a lifetime of work that keeps building and growing. Family moments, and memories, loves lost and found, mistakes made and lessons learned, each experience another brush stroke, adding more beauty, colors intricately blending into…

A school of angels heralding the new creations, singing hallelujah to the truthfulness of prophecies. Earlier, I watched a boy roping his body with a living snake. Another’s hand snaking the fur of a lion, unharmed. Imagine the unimaginable: see a snake in your pocket….

Carefully chosen words to preserve feelings, sugarcoated truth.

Death Death wears her feelings Embroidered with emotions Like deep sea water Hour 13 @varenyas

Affairs of the Night Sultry night draped in a darkly sky waits on while the sulking moon mysteriously frowns still behind the dubious clouds Sultry night sighs deep twinkling stars wink sulking moon frowns once more Hour 12 @varenyas

  I was thinking of the rainbow children added to the old earth when the moon shines on them somewhere under the citrus tree, singing of joy. They sing in a way similar to the old earth, when with a broken identity they chose to…

Sourdough The single cloud touching the skyscraper looks like a sourdough at Mr Periwinkle’s storefront Hour 11 @varenyas

Soul Flame Splashed on canvas Soul flame blue giving way to new Hour 10 @varenyas

Returning Longing solitude overlooks the borderlines ready to swim back Hour 9 @varenyas