I write like I casually don't need to dare//And I can't tell if that's the poison or the cure...
Poison or the Cure
Believe Patiently
Imagination comes at its will in its way...
Such Fragile Panes
Why should we be barred from the whimsy we believe by things far more fragile than the dreams that we weave...
For Those Who Believe
The rain pours for those who believe...
Trying to Believe
I would like to become the grandest things that you perceive...
The Things I Believe
Would you believe these are not impossible to me; these are things I breathe. The things I see...
But this I know, and this I need: as my Lover clasps my hand, I shall continue on, and breathe
The Name of My Landscape
An identity- Wholeheartedly
Dapper Gemstone Advocates
What would I say to Love? Should she walk through the door right now, what words could possibly suit the occasion? But of course, what circumstances could bring her here in the first place? Or what circumstances might I be in that would warrant the ordering and aligning of the cosmos? My desire is that the... Continue Reading →
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