We no longer know what happiness is. I am right now laying on my bed and wondering what it means to be happy. I remember when it was 2 years ago and I wrote an article about how happiness is a state of mind. Yet to answer the question or even if I was to
Month: November 2018
Most people are controlled by time. We either foxus too much on the past, what is going around in the present, or worrying too much abojt the future. I’ve seen countless tales through my years where we measure things based upon how long we have known, take the “time” to know, or experience something. Time
Cold empty hearts wrought with pain, finding eternal slumber. Let thy beating rhythm of life grab hold as warmth is sought by unending desires spurred by love. Memories of yesterday gone past and present futures seen. Care to see the perception we face by the mirror’s gaze and see ourselves glow? We are the image
Consume O inferno to regain passions once lost. The oils drawn from the lake to stop my escape. Freed bones still tied by dawning reasons in an unwavering soul. Wolves feuding over the lights disappearance to reveal victory by the meal awaiting. Such tales of the heat that scorches minds of those cold. Bringing warmth
Times met with shimmering brilliance when I gaze the night sky. The moment I look into your eyes, storms rage deep inside. Causing waves of emotions of utter peace with joy, in maddening degrees. Rising temperatures meeting a cold heart thawed into beating rhythms. May I place myself in humble apologies because of my desire
I’ve been busy. Ring the sirens and call an emergency board meeting. I cant fully describe what has happened except that I am happy in many ways. Nanowrimo has begun and I have been writing like a mad man. I will post snippets when I can to entice people. This may as well could be
The Brilliant display. Striking with luminous speed. Light within the dark.
Escape from these pages O words of sorrow and joy. Memories spun into letters compiled to give meaning to those lost or finding understanding. An author of emotions made to publish my own heart and mind. Thoughts struck by pen or keys to unlock what I’ve met with an empty canvas giving form. The soul
I will not let a passing day dissuade me from allowing you to see how much I love you. Let sweet words ring true and quench lips once thought unsure. My need for you goes beyond desire and shines as stars give light to empty spaces once void. Time is but a factor to an
Golden warmth standing ground. Falling into pieces by cold touch. The cool winds bring change in tones. Winter’s arrival as the Fall falls but its return is imminent.