Sammy Sam

A blend of my creativity and others

Labor Day

Today was spent in solitude, alone in my room.

They make me feel like I’m unwanted. Like I’m nothing.

Sunday Morning.

This morning I woke up to beautiful words and a prayer from a former Buddhist. 

God brushed my cheek with a kiss this morning

The birds and crickets are singing beneath a berry tree that sits outside my window and the cats are happy.

I appreciate life today more than I did yesterday, and for that I am thankful. 



What defines a poet is a certain universal quality that entails being attuned to the secret vibrations of the world.

—Poet Henri Cole's twelfth dispatch from the streets of Paris (via newyorker)

(via newyorker)