#Love #PureSoul #Purity
Look there and tell me, what do you see? A darkening sky filled with fire. A fall into black holes, circling the things
I have nothing more to write. I h… I have nothing left inside. I hav… I have everything that’s precious.… I am daily given all I need to ma… I am so damn tired of trying when…
A song, a rhyme... just to spend a… I always wonder what you want from… Perhaps an act to show I care, a word, a touch, a longing stare. Oh, what I’d give to know what it…
I paused to stand and watch a man… my wonder soared as I watched his… He stood as if not noticing that m… they moved without a second glance… Then as I watched he stepped full…
Even now, despite the time that’s gone by since you were mine… I find at quiet moments in my hear… that you never left me for in my heart there is no door
At the end of the day if the truth… we don’t own a single thing we hol… Not the spoils we gain, nor the go… Not the things we reap. Not the t… that we build upon, where we stake…
Got circles in my mind, but words don’t help me find, so I stare at the world to watch i… Got circles in my mind, in the pond of space and time
So much time I now spend, watchin… Watching as others pass by, living… Living their lives. I watch not for the care of wantin… or even so mush as to learn from w…
Now, at the end, looking back... what else have I to do but reflect… in a sleepless round of ever mounting despair. Despair born and thereafter bred
Took a walk down to the water, looked out and gazed awhile. I took a walk down to the water, looked out and gazed awhile. There’s no way to understand this,
Why should I try to make sense of… when thus far all endeavors have f… Why should I struggle to win in t… when each chance that I’ve had I’… What can I make of the pieces tha…
It’s finally the day to come, blood mixing in. Flows like a river through oceans of sin. Long past the point
Love is a game, a journey of sorts… a search for the one who is right. And of all the seekers, just what… are not all just travelers at nigh… For it seems in darkness they sear…
Have you ever come to the end of t… and can run the clock back play by… and can add it up that supposedly it was the day it was suppose to b… but somehow it seems that no time…
Blind keepers, mind readers, throw them in the pod. Make them think they have a way to see through all the fog.