Rambling on poetical paths, awakening deeply held beliefs, holding them up to be looked at differently – new facets appearing with every blink of an eye.
Luxurious meanings roll out like a red carpet, holding
various ideas from interior inspiration, creating a world
only one can live in.
Similar Posts
Fantasy survives a millennium of treatises on maturity and
It survives it all with good grace and coquettish style.Throughout the decades, imagination fulfills many an hourin joyful bliss.Many times, books, ideas, inventions, are created from thisso-called waste of time.When it is brought right to the core and becomes technical innature, doesn’t life need the imagination of many brilliantpeople in order to progress?And didn’t the…
Calming effects of music slowly cover me, giving a comparative silence to hear through all the noise around me.
Surrounding other worlds with any type of vision possible, accessing deeper emotion with heavier tones, descending further into my being.Secluded beyond any reprieve from people who bother me incessantly.
Blankets of ancient wisdom lie wrinkled, crinkled in corners of vast
Autumns casually penetrating ages of youth, brown, fading, brilliantcolors of red and yellow.Talents withstanding tremors of age, brought from depths of learning,secreting meanings deep inside.Farthest reaches of inner space, holding tightly, emotions and feelings.Stretching their usefulness across spans of time, etched in memories,forgotten, brought to the foreground by insubstantial paths of life.Pivoting lively, running away…
Sentiments stored deeply in tunnels of darkness, not letting any light shine on them so feelings cannot be reached anymore.
Tearing strings left attached from my very soul, throwing aside any and all emotions connected to someone.
Stripped of life, left in an abyss of despair, wanting
Stepping carefully around trials left me, wondering whatI’m still doing here.Lying down upon beds of satin and roses, feeling nothingbut the pain of life as it stills my mind and slowlystops my heart from breathing.Delicate balances tipping over, falling to depths ofsadness, not being able to be borne alone.Wakefully trying to hold on to invisible…
Late at night when everyone is asleep, I sit and write to the sound of Chopin.
Each piece brings different words to match his beautiful notes.The sound of it fills my ears and penetrates my subconscious, settling there to stir thinking in my mind.Thoughts exploding, falling out one after another to fill pages with what his music brings to me.Happily, I sit and write continuously until I feel a need to…