Sequels of rose fragrance lie admission-ed through my hair unraveling stories imperfectly traveling langorously in this Italian air filling the depths of my lungs, my melancholic heart, spinning excessively my thoughts. Before I make my leap I will close my eyes whisper to the sky that burning desire to have my life revived. … Continue reading timeless
Unshadowed handwritten note resting on the ground colouring warmly the air with your heart's whispers touchily bespeaking my name Artwork Edward Herbert Barnard - Mystic River Valley
Probabilities as varied as emotions wasting no time in toning a necessary sequence Painting Giacomo Balla - Girl running on a balcony
At this I choose to call names And just my presence fills it I look as through a glass window I see it, I can't touch it But that I find most beautiful To observe and understand How tearful yet blissful It feels To have known You.
If you're not following your heart then what are you following?
Is there? You know there is... You haven't talked much about it lately. I haven't... And what would that someone do? Make me laugh...like You do.
There is more knowledge in the stars than it was ever written. Let the stars guide your path and they will take you back home. For you and I are parts of stars. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BTzaDF2O9zY
I lost many nights waiting for you. Sitting at my window, counting down the stars. I wondered what was going on in your life... To keep you so busy that you avoided mine. Those summer nights I remember most. When sadness creeped deep within my soul. There wasn’t more than just a kiss to wish, … Continue reading Waiting game.