You haunt my days and dreams.
I met a boy whose eyes showed me that the past, present and future were all the same thing.
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...
Your personal truth is your gift to the world.
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
In presence of the Moon nobody sees stars.
In the end, it all comes down to the Blood...
Maybe 'Okay' will be our 'always'...
If ever I was running, it was towards you.
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...
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...
Just take my hand, lead, dance with me...and I will simply follow the blueness of the water, the white waves rolling free...where the earth beneath my feet and stars make my heart whole again...in lon...
I have drunk the night and swallowed the stars. I am dancing with abandon and singing with rapture. There is not a thing I do not love. There is not a person I have not forgiven. I feel a universe of...
So much has been done to my body, and still, somehow, not enough.
The way you dress is how you greet the sun and other stars.
If only thy eyes flutter once, the bees lose their direction and the fighting men their aim!
I tried to push my body through his and completely disappear.
A silent velvet footstep filled me, unwelcome yet so needed. You finally found my hidden shore with grains of time and ocean of the most secret secrets, violet and red; left a trail of deep blue foots...
I once had a dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events some of those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over...
Dust is the parent of a star!