Sheep-like clouds grazing on blue sky. Butterflies playing a game of tag. A pale pink flower dancing on a concrete driveway. Today is good.

— Sam L. Marcelo (@llmarcelo) August 29, 2013

A procession of tears. Cinereous skies. Who do the angels mourn for?

— Sam L. Marcelo (@llmarcelo) August 21, 2013

The moon is gravid, succulent. A low-hanging fulvous fruit I want to pick from the sky with my lips.

— Sam L. Marcelo (@llmarcelo) June 25, 2013

PMS turns me into that dude in American Beauty

I saw a flock of birds swooping through the air,
a pair of balloons pirouetting in a pas de deux.

I cried.
Then stopped.

Comforted when I heard the wind combing through its lover's hair.