The space existing just beyond our reach is electrified with the shrapnel of love & regret, full of kinetic wonder; infinite. The all consuming nature of one's dreams is both a fluid gift & and a pulsating aggravation. How do we find the alchemy of our life? Surely the recipe must be as varied as fried chicken...we all got a secret ingredient. How do we fill the space?

This mix comes in the wake of my dirty 31st born day, so I was especially moody :-) Little bit of everything, lots of goodness. Help me blow out the candles.