Sometimes it’s about taking that step back when it all seems so fast and perhaps it’s about refusing to move forward when there’s ill-will on the road. Yet many times I find myself in a saddened stupor and how do I get out? And at times when all looks to be white roses it’s truly bones and snow and something must budge before the road gets trampled with escape.
Category: Short
In the Snow
Let your imagination take you somewhere different.
They Kept Steady
The trees with their stressed limbs still stretched towards the sky in taut poses knowing that if they keep looking up, they’ll keep growing strong. I sat and quietly observed as they kept course as the wind swayed them side to side as it tested their resilience. Still they grew.
In Darkness I Still Love
All does not have to be perfect nor full or bright. There still exists love in the darkness.
Today
Necessity
She’s an angel for raising a beautiful soul such as yourself. The love she houses in her body for you radiates to those who bring you peace, joy, and love. The more that I learn the more that I love and I am so grateful that your kindness grows. In turn there is little else I desire and you spark a light within me as I fall deeper. You’re not a necessity, but damn does it feel good to know you’re there.
Just Ask
Always ask for more and maybe you will receive your hopes and dreams with open arms. Ask for depth and perhaps you will become an ocean full of life and cycles. Seek new heights and you might be like the moon in her godlike trance and slow transitivity. Just ask and maybe you will receive.
Ghost Orchid
The body is a flower, sensitive at times and course at others. After the rain, leaves are replete with water from their veins and at others they are thin and fragile. My body, a ghost orchid waiting for its pollinator.
Continuum
We all want to feel the peace, but never the chaos, but without chaos we would have no evolution.
So learn a little bit about both ends of the spectrum of life and somewhere within all that you’ll learn how to take it in stride.
Thin Thread
Oh how easy it is to end…
Life is but a thread.
One action shifts existence.
The door opens into the abyss.
The flutter ceases…
To be or not to be.
Hate pours out of vessels…
Into pools enter poisons.
Hold your breath under water.
Fish swim backwards.
The dirt is like silk…
Filling up empty spaces.
Someone watches in the distance.
