Cruel Are the demons That creep Up your sleeves Sometimes The horrors Are Your dreams
Do you know how much I love you in my dreams? Forget reality. Reality was never made for us anyways. We were created to soar through worlds together, to discover the smallest unexplored crevices of the earth, to find magic beyond reason. where I search your mind and tease you with mine, and we become … Continue reading Passionately Unhinged
I feel you In my bones The way your voice sounds Swimming through Dust and fog and distance The way you move Calculated Through the lives Of nobodys I hear you Deep and commanding But sweet Your hands like sandpaper Your soul sawdust Your eyes cool Trickling Rivers through Holy caves Yes, I know you … Continue reading I Know You
"In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.” - Fake Buddha I've been giving this some extensive thought lately. Not so much the first part of the quote, but the last part. I grew up with … Continue reading Maybe Music Isn’t Meant for Me
And they hoped and they wished and they dreamed, their imaginations dancing in the gentle kiss of the warm and nurturing rain...