Diller writes about appreciating the precious moments and slowing the hands of time.

How many memories do I have to kill to stay alive?

A soothing tribute to the easy spiritual connection that can exist between lovers.

The moment, suspended in time, when a young love flowers into something more than just beautiful - it suddenly feels vital.

A smoldering sexuality that lives outside of any hint of patriarchy.

A final analysis of what can be learned from having your heart broken to pieces.

Makes peace with the moment you realize that you have fallen in love.

I write only in Pixels now.

And the sky feeds the river, and the sun feeds the sky.

Empowering, lively, and simply beautiful.

True love is the kind of love that makes you woozy.

One by one we cross the wide water and flames that fill the night