beneath this landthe vast seashope waits to breathenot all is what it seemsevery sky is a different bluetrees aren’t always green. abandoned heartsglowing in 3-Dwill someday feelsurface from yearsthat were awkward. the hurt of all yesterdayswill be healed by love. and those tears will flowbeneath this landto the vast seaof tranquillity.
Tag: thoughts
Hardly worth our time
On some days the pen has nothing to say so music is another form to say what’s going through a heart such as mine. May this Wednesday be kind and let us all be humble. RIP Joe
What does it expect?
walking beneath the moon I wonder what does it expect? I present myself as a stranger knowing soon it shall disappear without hearing my wishes those living inside a cocoon. Funny how it never replies when asked what are you going to do in the sky?
