There is just something magical about her. She’s not human; I know that because I can’t find her here. Sometimes we talk, other times I am left in silence – feeling utterly empty. It’s difficult to express to you, the reader, what she is – for she belongs to no one, no culture, no society, no nation, no religion, no race. She is a free spirit, and I think that’s why I love her. But I am a mere human, and my body is too primitive. Read More
The towering beings peacefully wave in the dance of wind, as beautiful flying creatures sing a song the waters paint by swim. The night is actively lit by lively organisms of heart, species of complexity, respect since the start. Art is life as death does sculpt, but humankind is killing my soul. I speak a… Read More
I see now what she shows me.
There is this peculiar energy that drifts through time to haunt my presence.
It is a powerful source of love that is not found in this time-stream, rather love that wanders back from a reality that exists, but yet to happen. Read More
Loving someone is like dancing to a song. When you love someone, let them know, say, ‘you are so divine I cannot help but want to take your hand and experience this song together.’ But for some reason, we shy away from love as one might shy away from a dance, for we are too worried about what may happen.. Read More