It's a tale of man seeking to find himself, and upon undertaking this journey he discovers what it means to live along the way.
But I'll wake up, won't I? Or perhaps I already am awake? Living the life of a dream I can't remember.
Snow is change. It holds time. But, it is beautiful.
Ethereal, realism, hazing through a reality that was born from the dreams of dragon flies and talking flowers. Roses sing. Daisies muse. Yet, in the end, the violets are always true, True in song and in rhyme, always singing forever, for neither a dream, nor a dime. So do I wonder through wonderland, not… Continue reading In and out of Wonderland
If the world where a haze of black and white. I would be the collector, the man of broken shards and pieces. I sift through the darkness and the light, always searching for them. My body a shadow. My eyes burning bright. On do I search, through the dark and the light. My… Continue reading The collector of broken hearts
Lighthearted note today, lets see if we can portray the scene accurately. Pressure, tingling through my core. I shake, reaction instantaneous, my head darts to the door. Blood suffused in my veins, dashes for my face. Oh God not again! Especially in this place! Fingers clenched, gripped tight around my desk. Pressure building, hold on, this is just a… Continue reading Oops here we go again
Be mine? Run, run, run, run, running through it... Start, applause, appease? Sifting through the memories of bonds never unbroken. Stop, think, dream? Faster, faster, faster, faster it goes! Spinning now, around and around spinning through the effortless breaths of golden sunlight. Open, warmth, blossom? Ahh, taste it on… Continue reading Bonds of the heart