A lover, a Healer, and Such Things

Alone, in her far off home of greens and hues of red and purple flowers, she would reminisce about her life and ask herself how much her heart loved people, and if it was ever worth it to feel anything otherwise. She believed in death and rebirth many times in one lifetime; she would look... Continue Reading →

In your light I learn how to love In your beauty, how to make poems You dance inside my chest where no one sees you but sometimes I do and that sight becomes this art -Rumi

Passionate People

I'm interested in sunsets and road trips and people who don't settle for the ordinary and those who believe in myths and magic I'm interested in the ocean not the shore and late-night phone calls discussing life and death and everything in between I'm interested in conversations that discuss the characters in books in such a... Continue Reading →

Countdown

He's in his grave it's Peaceful and silent It's not as scary as theyTold him it would beHe's 77 and he Wonders if her soul is what's making the starsshine as he sheds his tearsHe's 60 and he's Right there beside herGazing into her beautiful Face which seems unmovedBy time to him, she wakes up... Continue Reading →

My Earth

Leave your doubts behind And follow my steps I don't know where I'm going But I heard it's safe They said you should leave everything behind Just carry a compass in your pocket the rainy nights you admired and an adventurous heart Because you see we are going to a land inhabited by nonsense and... Continue Reading →

Paradise; Here

Around the waters of the pond Which we choose to go to In the midst of a faraway forest Among all the million places we can go to we gravitate back to that pond   Here, in this hour of darkness where the atmosphere is magically impassioned and silent This is how souls entwine  ... Continue Reading →

Writing About Alice

In an evening of July, kids on the grass laid after playing around. It was twilight, it’s almost time to go inside. Their hands behind their heads stretched out on the ground, whispering tales here and there with childish fabricated events of imaginary knights. On the grass they were as they said your name, quiet... Continue Reading →

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