I'll sit here and listen for your whisper. A shift in vibration swirling like sand on the breeze...somewhere hidden-
Resting in the deep.
We've been glancing by each other too long, and I've noticed t...
As I sit here, I am reminded to listen to the trees. To feel the pulse of their breath within my bones.
To watch the shimmer of their existence as the leaves turn to vibrant hues of red, orange, yello...
They say a picture is worth a thousand words.
So I will paint you a story.
A story of a heart that knew no bounds, but created them nonetheless.
Why, you ask? Why take the endless potential of creatio...
I have a crack in my heart.
Carved from a longing that knows no bounds
And these grooves worn deep from sorrow only ache in this liminality.
When nothing seems right, and time slips through our finger...
Let me tell you a story.
Of a wayward girl, with stardust in her hair
On her face, a map of the world.
She walks between the rays of the setting sun,
Her feet gentle on the Earth, whispering lullabies...
The words have taken a hiatus.
Oceans rolling under my skin
Waves of wounds undone within
And my boat is tossed on this sea
I have an idea...
And that's all that's left of me.
So please be patient as ...