two small pieces... late at night writing... mmm...

( skin )

( seeking )

( little tales )

brief - old - writings...

( soaring )

if only i could write like this i would die a happy happy girl...

The butterfly’s attractiveness derives not only from colors and symmetry: deeper motives contribute to it. We would not think them so beautiful if they did not fly, or if they flew straight and briskly like bees, or if they stung, or above all if they did not enact the perturbing ( Read more... )

its raining again butthis time its coming in almost sideways and hitting the glass with tip-tap noises that sound like thousands of children are tapping their fingers on their desks ever so softly, or like aplause from a long way away ( Read more... )

i apologise that it is in picture format. my computer has lost all the fonts in Word and hence all my writing looks like shit (its all visual as well). so i put it back together in photoshop. geez.

anyways. its from last year... yeah....

( an old piece )

As the flames fly past my head I can feel the heat. I think it could be some kind of religion. Getting lost in the noise of the flame tail and the smell of kerosene is better than hymns and incense ( Read more... )

so when i finally got to sleep last night i had a dream. and ive had the first bit before. its a great memory. do you remember the day that i took you to the park for your birthday? when we sat and directed the ants to the crumbs, your chocolate cupcake with a candle, and harry potter? ('let me read' you said) in my dream everything is brighter. ( Read more... )

reinventedmuse .... always beautiful!

The Invitation - by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
The Invitation

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the ( Read more... )