Buried under grains of memory. Isolated, tears catalyzing a heartbeat that ripen through time.
I questioned her in silence, my outsides showing tell,
This feeling of uneasiness, my feet on edge,
The same faceless person with strings attached. A puppet master scorned.
Is the reaction you got, the one you were expecting?
Walls, do we really want this to be our symbol?
Walls were meant to be broken. Just look at history.
The dry, hot air clamp down on life Dominated by the sun and sand, Chasing away tired thoughts, lies fade, Advertising … More
A flame suspended in the middle waiting for the fire’s fuel to ignite the soul, and release the power of a new perception.
Unity can be the most powerful tool for change. We are not perfect, the fear of admitting mistakes steers the eyes into a false sense of security.