if you think you are living then think again it’s all too real when your left alone on your own too long reality you inhale death you exhale then there is nothing but dying alone and hell just an broken empty pathetic shell
His smile lingers In my mind, like his words, Remembering, When I see his face, His eyes and, The way he raises his brow, When he talks to me, In the loving echos of his, Crooked lovely, Smile.
Originally posted on Talking to the Clouds:
The sailboat waited for the wind, for the tide to rise, and the clouds waited for the sun, while the trees waited for rain. The river waited for the moon to tell its tidal tales, and the fish waited for the river to flow their days. And it…