In this life, feet catch fire
Remember your dream
it is your turn
You will see your ashes
you will manage to breathe
you sustain the flames
Your ashes will float
shimmer like gold
You will rise as a
with wings to behold
When a cycle ends, a new one begins. Stay true to your dreams, persist.
Home is not the doorstep, not the porch, not the swing, it is not the ceiling and it is not a thing
Home is seeing your sisters empowered,
your parents at ease, your brothers relieved, your demons decieved
Home is a genuine smile, it is the authentic tears
Home is the magical word that can **** your fears
Home is a feeling embedded with layers of love, acceptance and peace
Home is a feeling.
but at least
of my own
A sudden immersion in the unknown,
the bitter taste of confusion,
in the flavor of doom.
What limits individuality, annihilates freedom.
She caught a glimpse of him,
her senses paused
Her heart starting beating so loud,
it muted the world.
Those visions, recollections, dreams, flashes and sudden insights both overwhelm and confuse me.
All we ever do is exchange glances,
like only we can see each other in crowds and masses.
Like the sun, the moon and the stars, you and I are lost in the bizarre.
"Sometimes, we write to forget."