She loves me, but never needs say it. I can feel it with every thought I have, with every touch, with every drop of sweat we share. Somehow, not-so-little bits of her have become part of me, too. I love her, and she knows it even if the words have never been spoken.
An instinctive thought, Ancestral song, Knows no difference, Right or wrong. A weathered face, An old man speaks, This wise old soul, Knows what he seeks. An absent mind, Once strong and true, This old man […]
There is one… You know the one… She is teasing with a glance, Preying on you with her eyes, Tormenting you with all those possibilities. There is one… You know the one… Causing your mind […]
We aren’t always meant to be smiling vessels of harmony. Bliss is what bid us a fond farewell upon our own conception, birthed to experience ourSelves as something so much more.
A man with nothing knows his value. A man with everything forgets himself. A man who can truly hear her sing, forgets himself in everything he values.
