itself is neat; it’s 3 times 33, and 3 is fundamental. But 99 is not quite perfect, it’s lacking one last step. It’s odd, yet beautiful.
words are long enough to tell a story and short enough to listen. Sometime something’s left unsaid and details often missing. Brevity seems easy first, but just might leave you guessing.
times I’m reminded of how little I can see. Even when it’s my own story, there is always some layer beyond me. When the story’s sad, that ambiguity is pleasing; when it’s sunny and elated, I can simply be.