how much longer can you keep your head under water and still admire the beauty beneath ; still live on how much longer can you hold your breath And still live on
I turned the knob a butterfly flew past me my world became brighter
This journey will go on for quite some time I can bide my time staring out into the open passing trees and foothills and mountains for as much as I want find spaces where I can store my thoughts and watch them fly past me not worried about their staying inside or their purpose flowing… Continue reading spaces with you
let me run like an aquifer under the land, waiting to burst open through the seams of earth when you least expect me to.
it all seems like a dream now the image of me standing atop the cliff with my friend looking around tired and breathless at the mountain peak covered in white and hazed by clouds appearing and disappearing maybe that's the way its supposed to be a tiring climb leading to the top and a hazy… Continue reading the climb and my dream
tame kids roam in the expanse fearful of the anger inside burning alive waiting to burst open and finally live , but it would be too unkind for today.
i'm sorry i had to do it - wash myself down the drain and rise from tunnels of shit to see what it meant to have you and all the other good things in life
The forest calls me as I walk into the fog blown by the wind and in patches shows me a vibrant green that can only be seen after an evening drizzle. I'm not thinking and nothing bothers me as I float into the fog and into the forest -green the kind that can only be… Continue reading a chance afternoon
i'm sure i heard a sob from the other side of the room echoing as the silent night grew darker and everything else was still just the sound of continuous sobbing escalating with every minute pitching low and then high i couldn't quite muster up the will to wake up from my bed and open… Continue reading a place more beautiful than this
the red blip would light up a muffled dial tone third rate with blots i picked up the receiver and stuck it close to my ears and dialled the four digits that i always did to hear the piano play on the same bit over and over again and closed my eyes to the flow… Continue reading fur elise