Spending hours passing times endless counts drawn in by anxious minds racing to meet the end. Breathe. Catch the warm air filling lungs as it hooks you to life’s intoxication where we begin to rise by day and rest in nights embrace. Breathe. Let the emotions of thoughts touch you as the wind brushing against
If I was to share my thoughts of beauty, my response would be….you. Met with blossoming eyes that sparkle with your embrace. Caught in enchanting storms of words spoken in melodies by sweet lips. Odes of written ecstasy met with flowing forms. Textures in details I study to the finest, intricate details. Give me a
Fingers intertwined as bodies cross in mind. Time in still motion with emotions echoing through the flowing stream. Dreams met in reality as fantasies made into pictures touched by lovers display, Ways of Whispers. Words shared as hearts synchronize. Prized treasured souls revealing the power of stars. Hearts beating in rhythm to breaths caught, running
Hmm, I wonder what is going on here? I don’t know the answer to that, give me one moment and I’ll google it. They haven’t texted back in about 3 hours, I wonder what is going on, maybe I can find an answer online… What has happened to the world in this day and age?
The sweat begins its descent from the agitated expression that has formed upon my face. The day’s inch closer and closer, haunting me. The shadows cast and holding me within in its cover. The return of NaNoWriMo. Yet again, after a year of facing the barren desire to embark upon the journey that many writers
We come to truly know ourselves when we are at our weakest. We pretend that we are strong to many around us and that we could conquer the world. We spend hours masquerading and yet when we are all alone, we begin to truly see ourselves for who we are. It comes to no surprise
It is so easy to tell others what to do. To acknowledge what is the next step others should make because you see their world through your point of view. You get to step back and see all angles and most of the time we forget to do that for ourselves. It is a difficult
The pull to a never-ending desire, to write. I cannot describe nor define what true passion is. I can only fully describe or give proper understanding/meaning based upon what I learn or experience. Passion seems to be our drive, either to reach a level of happiness or a sense of complete serenity. But of course,
Towering with claws of frigid despair, the beast is surrounded by roars. Facing all and standing its ground. The peak of men’s ascension. Find its time carrying history before aged held in the record. The story of mountain.
Take me to golden pastures. Where angels dance or broken wings mend. Eternities embrace. Come into vision oh serenity. Bring solemn wishes to fruition. Mask me with focus. Your warmth is needed.