Finding yourself in the border between day and night, reality and imagination.
Human beings never fail to amaze me. How is it that we always find it in us to hope, no matter how tough the times are? Just a jumble of thoughts.
It feels good to write again.
The tide within me exhales in stardust, but what's left after?
CoMixed from @magnalia: https://commaful.com/play/magnalia/if-stories-could-be-played-back/
Pure feelings again. It seems as if I am standing in one of the horizons of my life, looking back and forwa...
Our eyes are placed in the front of our head by design, because we are meant to move forward towards our futures up ahead. That is at least what I think. What do you think? :)
Sometimes life grabs us by the boo boo, we have to keep pushing forward at all times!!
Stand still , let the rain touch your skin, Let the wind blow your thoughts
Help! How can I free my heart? Can somebody help? Please? Pretty please? :(
These words are for anyone who feels as though every seed they plant inside themselves, whether it be confidence, forgiveness, or self-hate, somehow always rots. The ashes replant themselves to grow a...
A poem about being caught up in the past and moving forward
Finding yourself in the border between day and night, reality and imagination.
Human beings never fail to amaze me. How is it that we always find it in us to hope, no matter how tough the times are? Just a jumble of thoughts.
It feels good to write again.
The tide within me exhales in stardust, but what's left after?
CoMixed from @magnalia: https://commaful.com/play/magnalia/if-stories-could-be-played-back/
Pure feelings again. It seems as if I am standing in one of the horizons of my life, looking back and forwa...
Our eyes are placed in the front of our head by design, because we are meant to move forward towards our futures up ahead. That is at least what I think. What do you think? :)
Sometimes life grabs us by the boo boo, we have to keep pushing forward at all times!!
Stand still , let the rain touch your skin, Let the wind blow your thoughts
Help! How can I free my heart? Can somebody help? Please? Pretty please? :(
These words are for anyone who feels as though every seed they plant inside themselves, whether it be confidence, forgiveness, or self-hate, somehow always rots. The ashes replant themselves to grow a...
A poem about being caught up in the past and moving forward