I imagine you’re in a place that holds the gaze which inspired Van Gogh to paint his Starry Night.
A Beautiful landscape that amazes any wandering sight
Where the moonlight kisses the waves and the ballad they create, echoes your dancing heart...
One day I always say.
One day I’ll make it to you.
One day I’ll hold you in my arms once again and smell the sweet smell of your essence..
Such a reminiscence - the sight of your smile and feel of your presence.
I’m still interested in figuring you out
Because i can feel all the things you hide but never tell
Like a hole in the wall that you’ve had to patch up yourself and hope that no one can notice the parts of you that you’ve concealed.
One day I hope I can ask you to reveal those parts...
Like what’s something that’s been haunting you
What’s the hardest part of yourself to heal?
I’m like a detective in love with the thrill of uncovering the unsolved mystery in your mind. It
From The darkest days with no sun
To The brightest days with no clouds
That twinkle in the darkness
That little break of light through stormy clouds
Where gray skies fade in larimar to dissolve in the sunset
That’s where I find you #love
The shadows I can’t escape, it’s entities taking shape
The part of me who’s shade I can’t erase...
I’m here. I’m bare. Allowing a flow of consciousness without control or fear..
In the dark my hidden emotions take shape, and in all of us is a hiding place for negative energies. Whatever we repress will grow, I see it as buried pain or shame watered by fear and anger we don’t show or that we may not know exists in ourselves. I now understand these dark places in ourselves r
When this back road breeze mingles with your hair I say its perfect fragrance for the ride
With the sweet scenery reflected in your eyes,
Your favorite lyrics dancing off your tongue introducing a smile so wide
Is this what it means to be alive? #love #beauty
Another Sunrise on the terrace, These are the delicate moments that I cherish. Ash tray, cherries, and stories flying about like fairies With each inhale a new fairy-tale curled up in opaque clouds swiftly vanishing with style after each exhale. Morning breath, warm smiles, onyx hair running wild Puffy eyes and fuzzy pjs -What a world your presence creates Your comfort is a fur coat on a chilly soul needing warming She’s my soothing cup of tea during a gracious Sunday morning
Armadillo skin but a heart made of glass We’re all still so fragile behind the thickest of mask I walk to the edge of darkness just to have my feet turn to stone Why am I so afraid of the unknown? Yet I love the pain that comes with all I’ve been shown #self #love #selfawareness
My trust always on a thin line
They love the sight no matter if it’s red or white
They love the taste no matter if it’s sweet or dry
She’ll drink til the glass is empty
Pour another glass then drink it all again
She loves the taste of my love and can’t ever get enough
But as it intoxicates, she feels heavier rather than free
Now these blurred lines makes it uneasy to see
This isn’t what our love was supposed to be
Drunk off love,
but trust was the key- th
What good is saying goodbye?
I don’t long for closure
I’ve fallen and I’m hanging on the ledge with dear life
Tears in my eyes because if I let go who knows where I’ll land
Or If I’ll land at all
It’s always the thought that scares us more than anything
I told you to lay your heart on mine
Partially because i knew it’d be the warmest blanket to cover my wounds
Partially because placing my heart made of glass in someone else’s hand is a fear leading to my doom..