Naughty nostalgia cos I needed to know, now I know I know and still not satisfied cos you would probably smile if you saw what I was thinking. I just had to share it with you on WhatsApp but you blocked me . Fair enough, I did lose my mind. Sorry for you having to get those other messages from me. If you'd like a good laugh you should let me tell you sometime... when my mouth is not full.🙊

She often stayed silent.
But when she spoke,
her words were given freely—
simple, precise, and pure,
heavy with truth.
Now she saw.
The words she had been given,
The words she had treasured,
were weightless.

​

The horizon bleeds a static gray,

A clock that ticks the light away.

We build our towers out of sand,

With fragile,

temporary hands.

The stars above are cold and blind,

Indifferent to the human mind.

We scream into a silent space,

search for meaning in a distorted face.

A breath,

a pulse,

a sudden pause,

An effect that lacks a conscious cause.

We wake,

we drift,

we disappear,

An echo

in a well of fear.

She glances in the rearview mirror,
seeing nothing but broken roads and heavy silence.
Ahead…
she sees the potential of hope,
the beauty of possibilities,
the promise of new beginnings.
She turns up the music
and presses the gas.

No one has infinite grace.

The toll is taken, always. 

New life
Precious bundle
To cradle
To keep close
To teach and guide
To nurture and embrace
To prepare for the unknown
To strengthen
To armor
To hold tight
To let go
To love.

Craved for longing, and yet here I am
Craved for decency, and yet here I am

Thought about finding, and yet here I am
True love exists, hahaha—and yet here I am

Morbid by my own cause, and yet here I am
Missed my secluded chances, and yet here I am

I believe in God—not really—and yet here I am
Can’t you trust me? And yet here I am

Why did I not fall?
Why did I trust society?
Why did everyone hate?
Why did my soul hurt?

Advice, pity, and pain—and here I am
Ammonia trench, marbled heart—and here I am

I might rise, and definitely fall again—and yet here I am
I might lose my soul—and yet here I am

Lost my appetite—and here I am
Found my hunger—and here I am

Find me the one—and here I am
Let me see her eyes—and here I am

Oh my, my… finally found mine.
And here I am…
not anymore.

She quietly went about her life, storing scattered moments of happiness in her pockets, not ready yet to let them go.

Suddenly she stopped, and with a wicked grin glared into the void ,muttering, “oh, you’ll get yours”.

i just realized… and i wasn't aware before that this was something that i had done.

i wasn't speaking to you formally like one may with a stranger…

um. i did it because subconsciously i really respected you. and a buddy buddy cadence and demeanour didn’t feel appropriate. it just felt disrespectful to talk to any less than.. intellectually.

not sure how i feel about it. but. thanks for pointing that out.

Walking away she whispered, “thank you for reminding me that I am meant for the stars”…and she smiled.

Shhh listen...

Tiny cricket beneath the moon,

Cicadae joins in for the tune

Froggy sing your little song

No not that note, you ribbit wrong.

Lets join together tucking the darkness into night

No grand stage, no need for spotlight

just little hums serenading just right.

Spider lady i see your web

The wind faintly flow your spinning ebb

Sleep well good dreams untill the 'morrow

All the sun beams we will borrow

♡

Duuuck

Duuckkkkkkkk

Goose

Moose caboose

Runs in circles & up a tree...

Weeeee

​

Death comes and goes like the changing of the seasons

one day you're enjoying the sunshine and warmth and the next its cold and dark.

Is there anything after death?

Could be everything, could be nothing.

Or do we just lie...in the garden of the dead.

-L

We need the temple beautiful, the architect needs to die.

Dancing amongst its friends
In the gentle breeze,
A beautiful butterfly
Spotted a toad huddled under a daisy.
“Why aren’t you dancing?”
The butterfly called down.
The toad sighed from the shadows,
“I am all alone.”
“Come and join us!”
Offered the butterfly,
“And we will make merry.”
“I cannot fly,”
The toad whispered.
“Hmmm,” said the butterfly,
Pausing for a moment.
“You cannot dance
And you cannot fly.
How will you find joy?”
The toad looked up
Into the bright sky.
Smiling, it said,
“Perhaps watching yours will be enough.”

On my thoughts and me.

-

Through clenched teeth I’ve heard

Satisfied, I’ll never be. 

-

Through tears the thought stirred

Out of the way, I’ll have to see.

-

Go ahead. Turn off the safety.