Stringing up my heart, changing it’s pattern, falling into ravines as I try to stay afloat upon an ocean tidal wave bouncing me apart.

now that I’m getting older and wiser.Tranquil oceans sweeping continuously over fields ofimagination, planting flowers filled with brand newideas in lovely rhymes of thoughts.

Covering ground while together, gathering words andsincere thoughts to savor later on today when homealone.Conversations serving their purpose in our lifetimes.

Rewritten stories blended regularly to the old.

holding onto a breath of life.Persistent calming anecdotescovering me entirely.

Instilling them into measures of intellect,as they’re interpreted into verses of languagefor future entertainment of the silent type.