curling leaves and twining branches outside my bay window look like a Van Gogh in the starlight - there is a river out there somewhere
You haunt my days and dreams.
Maybe we're just falling stars, we once danced in the same skyline looking down at the world. And we've fallen like all others, from near and far, we've gathered together, but separated by time and sp...
I met a boy whose eyes showed me that the past, present and future were all the same thing.
Your personal truth is your gift to the world.
In presence of the Moon nobody sees stars.
In the end, it all comes down to the Blood...
All shadows of clouds the sun cannot hide like the moon cannot stop oceanic tide;but a hidden star can still be smiling at night's black spell on darkness, beguiling
As much as I would like to know my path, a part of me is telling me that it is better not too know too many details about the end destination or the obstacles on the journey. If I can only see as much...
Maybe 'Okay' will be our 'always'...
How I miss wandering around with old souls, Aimlessly moving from one place to anotherHow I miss all our dreams and our goalsAnd how we've lost ourselves to find each otherSeems like a playful game of...