dream on me...
the wind sung that symphony which always precedes a storm..
family are connected like seaweed that lines the shores. the same sea water, weather, cloud, or turning wind or moment of rain always comes at the same time. dark waters flows between each of us, but i do believe in willpower. we are connected like seaweed, but it's always possible to sight the murky waves with a spot of light where the sun still laces the sea..
a world could be built on a dream, just like a sandcastle, but the waves could snatch and trample that idea back into the sand as quickly as it had come.
silence is a blank page - as infinite of possibility as a music score which lacks notes. silence is the glove of the artist, it appeals to the imagination, dreamer and idealist. it is the creation before creation begins. Portraying everything and nothing. like the curves of a chellow, low, moist, fragrant, silence dances in the darkness of the mind. It is the perpetuation of an eternal moment, a diver hovering, a paused rhythm, an enclosure between sunrise and sunset which remains as much a part of the present as the absense of it. silence is everything. silence is nothing.
..ive always found i've been more the person someone must make friends with, as opposed to the person who makes friends. i think i find self-preservation rather difficult because i defined myself alone (not metaphorically, in the bliss of solitude).. the ability to retain all elements of the self, in soul, in emotion and in being is a skill i still have to develop.
family are connected like seaweed that lines the shores. the same sea water, weather, cloud, or turning wind or moment of rain always comes at the same time. dark waters flows between each of us, but i do believe in willpower. we are connected like seaweed, but it's always possible to sight the murky waves with a spot of light where the sun still laces the sea..
a world could be built on a dream, just like a sandcastle, but the waves could snatch and trample that idea back into the sand as quickly as it had come.
silence is a blank page - as infinite of possibility as a music score which lacks notes. silence is the glove of the artist, it appeals to the imagination, dreamer and idealist. it is the creation before creation begins. Portraying everything and nothing. like the curves of a chellow, low, moist, fragrant, silence dances in the darkness of the mind. It is the perpetuation of an eternal moment, a diver hovering, a paused rhythm, an enclosure between sunrise and sunset which remains as much a part of the present as the absense of it. silence is everything. silence is nothing.
..ive always found i've been more the person someone must make friends with, as opposed to the person who makes friends. i think i find self-preservation rather difficult because i defined myself alone (not metaphorically, in the bliss of solitude).. the ability to retain all elements of the self, in soul, in emotion and in being is a skill i still have to develop.