The Sigh and The Storm
One,
Full of life
The other
An idea
One,
Full of life
The other
An idea
The chapter on burning and touching
The slopes that rise and fall With our breath between them Are a sihloutte of green hips On the horizon: Suspended across the skies In an effortless sprawl, They are wild thighs To the wondering mind As a pen is to paper The incarnation of daydreams.
A moment of self-awareness captured through an intentionally monochrome description of love.
Deciphering the heart: distinguishing between fairytales and futures.
We take one hand, whilst letting go of another. How do we deal with the internal conflicts arising from these matters of the heart?