Posted inWindow to the Soul
The Dust Desires
I have risen with the sunReached for it on paths made of its beamsNo fear of failure or broken wingsThe sea a bottomless cup beneath meSalt drops kissing the blood…
Posted inWindow to the Soul
Imitation of ‘A song about myself’
There was a restless girl, A restless girl was she, She would not stop at home, She could not quiet be --- She took In her Heart A parchment rolled…
Posted inInto the Rabbit Hole
When I had Myself
It's only fair that on my blogsite, the first story that I ever publish, is the one I’ve been most scared about, the one that still haunts my dream and…
Posted inWindow to the Soul
Perfection is quantifiable
Slim and attractiveWith those curves so fine,But repressed smilesExpanded now butNot really a view for your eyes. 5.45 in the world where perfection is quantifiable,Absence of dark circles won't matter…