I have had to come to terms with wearing glasses.
Your darkness is a symphony Played in explosions of silence to a crowd that has fallen in love with noise If they refuse to applaud youIt isn't because your music isn't beautifulIt is because they have no idea how to... Continue Reading →
Your veins are using up the redness of the world...that will cost you a tsunami of emotions.
She was tasting like sunset on a hot summer dayShiny wetness in a bottledrifting on a sea of forgotten teardropsFlirty clouds floating in her thoughts,Stars consuming her nights.Fading like a photograph. ~C.
Every word spoken in the past accumulated forms and colors in the self. What flows through the veins besides blood is the distillation of every act committed, the sediment of all the visions, wishes, dreams and experiences. All the past... Continue Reading →
I used to listen to Camille Saint-Saëns every other weekend during my teen days. It was therapeutic, lying in the bed and tasting all the fragrances of his music. Like a balm softening my cells, pinching my brain and in... Continue Reading →
I am heartily glad that the trees and plants are still interested in copulatory activities; I only wish they would be so good as to keep their sperm away from my face. Do not pretend that pollen is anything else;... Continue Reading →
The biggest competition is myself. I am not looking to follow others or pull them down. I'm planning to test my own boundaries. I lost my balance a year ago...but now I'm getting back to my old self. Note to... Continue Reading →
