Can I have a penny for your thoughts to help me change mine? Mind racing every quarter of the time with you. A true sense of sensitive sentences sentenced and collected in cents. Hence I refrain to doll her up when she is her own, royalty, a queen. Dream made as the scenery of green
Month: May 2019
Bury me in your embrace. Warmed with tunes that create perfect melodies of love when you whisper to me. Sweet aroma, when space is no longer needed. Blissful tales created by such memories. Spread your wings as I come within to share the flowing time paused. Allow me to trace the textures of art, formed
Don’t believe in love at first sight or far stretched out fairytales of love anymore. Vision obscured by limits or desires invested to blur perceptions of what’s true. Fantasies enticing men and women to dream dreams with no vivid reality to hold. Sweeping blissful ecstasy enveloping senses to derail the judgment bestowed. The death of
Vivid dreams, covered by nightmares. Prison of one’s mind, wrapping thoughts of uncertainty. Masking emotions with perplexing chemicals, leaving the shaky ground. Unstable life, uncovered, revealing realities hold. The time met with a frozen, wandering mind. What can be said or thought of in these moments? What can be done to truly escape? Awareness to
Tales spun. Swiveling in minds of imaginary perceptions. Entangling senses with vivid imagery. Mysteries shifting through the corner of eyes. Passed down through the ages. Find the stories in the shadows.
Revel in the new rise of the Chromebooks! Ok, so I may be a few years too late. I have recently found myself enthralled with everything that is Chrome OS. I am a huge Linux supporter. I currently run a dual boot of Linux (ubuntu) and Windows 10 on my gaming computer. I built my
My hands move with such a rapid motion that it seems to move on its own. Jumping from device to device, I find myself in constant odds, wondering where it is that I find complete comfort. What device should I use to write, where is the perfect spot, platform, who am I writing about, Why
I’ve said it many times in the past before, time is ever changing and that you go through various seasons in life that have you reflect on life. Specifically, what I’m referring to is my life of course, in this instance. I’ve spent a good portion of my time writing these types of articles, motivational,
I am the burning flame that awaits the light to be extinguished, awaiting the endless darkness. A light once found, only to be warmed by my existence. Consumed by my presence. Find me with open arms for I welcome the eternal night, shaped til I burn again.