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
Category: random thoughts
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?
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.
Drowning in circles. Thoughts plague external decisions. Into the water’s embrace. Alone with the fire’s tail meeting its end. Coming to the surface or drawn to the bottom. Tales spun forever. Though I am met with the spiraling descent.
Met in confusion. Twisted lines find frame of mind. The uncertainty.
Colors coming in waves. Reaching reaches reached past brain waves. Going beyond imagination. Bringing vivid illustrations. Shadows of what wants to be revealed. Conveyed to display what is real. Feelings in a motion of thoughts. The colors of the universe found in us. Shining in the night. The promise of the light.