Never mind the glances, these inconsistent chances leave in morning winds and I dream of days again, when I will be the full; dreams and desires… moments in time when all that they define are free and truly mine.
Truth is like water that flows from rivers, without doubt, or wait or anything that might circumvent fate. Truth too is like gale winds that thunder through forests trees. Forceful and pure, certain and strong. Yet beware of thoughtful winds. Those that pause and wait, plan a mischievous fate.
I am dead. It is true. I am which was and now ceases to be. I am both forever and never.
I am not fun.I am only that which I am, though I try to be that which I’m not. I am by default who I am because of what I am. I cannot pretend anymore because it’s damaging me. Every moment I hide, a missing life I decide. I am almost alone, if not for …
Death comes to all, like it must. Let it come and go my dear spectator, for it surely will come and go, like the wind and the rain, the sun and the moon. When it comes to you, and it surely will, be thankful for all of your life. Love your mother and your father …
My dear you look like a carrot, dipped by your toes in the sun. Fashioned by the world, and wearing your sunglasses.Your sun-tanned skin is orange, your hair is done. You are quite finished. What a night ahead? But are you strong? Noble? Persistent and tough? Have you the character to persevere? Can you be …
Be aware, feel present and hear your focus, the rhythm of your effort, the flow of your true character. Control your strain. Know your balance. Maintain your peace.
I love my iPhone, it’s an absolute joy to own. Tough, strong and beautiful it’s like an athlete. It’s loyal, it doesn’t break and it just works. I dropped it accidentally and cracked it’s screen. Did it stop working? Did it accept my frantic apologetic taps and swipes? Yes, it did, quality isn’t born, it’s …
She had bullet eyes, that pierced through into my eyes; penetrated my soul ; and ricocheted off the inner most walls of my mind. Fragments shatter through me. I’m dead and alive yet nothing frightens me. A dangerous gaze to be sure. It hurts something fierce, this insight into mine.
I focus on the lint lines on your black coat. Black boots. Black mascara. Black, black black … It’s all gone. You’ve lost your shine, you’re always tired. Your routine is your new mould, has it been my fault that you’re repeating like this? the candle light flickers as it fights to stay alight. Empty …