My morning sunshine has no place for his rantings. If it did, I would blind him in rays of piercing needles.
What then, is consciousness? A flicker, like untamed candle flames, irreverent? Why should it respond to you? Who are you?
When you have nothing to do, you can finally afford to be irresponsible.
Why do you collect scars when you could make a story of them that waters these away.
Your search for love will never end if you keep looking for it.
I search for that line that divides you and me.
If you gather the stones in your heart’s path, you make a home.
The death of a relationship outlives a person.
The echoes of tree trunks casting fluted whispers, as your skin touches mine.
I thought it was his absence that knocked me down. But with him around, peace in pieces, my only fantasy was to run…run and run.