Buried under grains of memory. Isolated, tears catalyzing a heartbeat that ripen through time.
This hollow heart, my loss above,
It struck me in the back and sides
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.
Panic screams from within, drowning out the sounds of nature
It’s dark, no one is around! I’m all alone
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.
I’m a tree split by a company whose running cables straight through the middle. Branches pruned around the cable.