roses and thornesalthough sweet as the loveliest rose in summers bloometernity linger in the golden nowhere called future colorful sadness awaits every corner turned never ending the divided truth asyouth falls behind ... waving its ībon voyage!ī
pastoral lissomnessin summers warmthsilently floatingfull of thoughtsthe waterlillys bloom
the peculiarities of lifeEndlessly... we fall...connecting throughcognetive strenght as weendeavor the practice ofnever looking back...trembling handsreaching out forintricate parts of reality...concerned... we fall...Positive emotions dance happilyas morning mist turns into droplets thatrun down the side of your face like tearsand I rejoice while weclimb ashigh as can be,up into the sky, over the clouds - over the seatime slows down... stops...endlessly... we fly!Freefalling ... waiting for the wacky 'chute to openFalling further and further away from the groundsilently ... without a sound ... we rise
sometimes sometimesforgettingis all it takes...for beauty to appear
to draw a linetimeless motion in the direction ofoptimism grabs me by surprise as I dream of long gone futures raging forward into the past always venturing into the rather wild parts of my subconciousafter eternity we will be leaving for the stars in interesting fashion with really no time to waste on our seemingly endless journey
a slight flutteraroused by the moment we smile... letting go of our fears laying down our soulshields as we invites the future to our past growing long shadows of memories while we hurl the remaining pieces into another time... flying low with childhood heroes leaving nothing behind but untold lies we hurry happily further back in time... towards the beginning of all, the end of the world as they knew it as we all rise and fall in beautiful asymmetry
Sta.sh
