There are some, that can see the fine lines between reality and fantasy.
There are others, that do not.
I see it...the fragile space between each depth and line.
I see you.
The creases of smile lines..the crows feet..where sun beat upon your handsome gentle smile in the daylight of a golf game...your hands scrambling to grip the "stick" just right..your head turn toward me..for the look of approval...glancing at me, amidst pines and weeping willows.
Sun down..as it cast shadows upon our silhouettes.
My heart beating..begging to meet the constant drum of yours.
You.
I failed this Love.
But I never failed to see you.
Beyond the chaos.
You are Love.
Pure and seeking for the heart of acceptance.
I've loved you then.. and I always will.
You gave me a piece of you.
I will carry it..all of my days.


Natasha Evans

This is a curious feeling,
I want to know
either I am happy or sad.
a painful feeling,
I want to know
either I´m hurt because of ignorance Or
I am unhappy with my response.
a brave feeling, to heal my pain
either I face the challenge,
or I change the direction of my mind,
It´s just the feeling that
I want to shape me to previous one.

I hear echos but I can't see,
I reach out and nothing is before me,
Not friend, Nor nary a person
Not a tree, nor wildlife is is here to meet,
No stars, No sky, No hello's and no goodbye's,

Oh dear god I think I can see,
But in a non-existent silence I feel
Nothing is there, the end of the deal,
Nothing is aware, Then nothing can be real,
Nothing makes space and time, reality.

And you and I can question why,
but minds together cannot even weather
The rocks buried in our minds,
It won't align but I can tug on the tether,
Now I only have everything to find.

Candles lit, I sit in a familiar place.
She walks slow, step by step, with a strong dash of grace.
The lights are off through the room, dimly lit faces.
Not my family, just thoughts in trance for many days.

One hundred billion stars light the cake.

Don’t you ever make claims that you’ve moved on,
when the scribbles on your notebook will prove otherwise.
Don’t you ever assume that you have forgotten,
when a phone number you should have gotten rid of,
will prove you ridiculous.

I looked into a mirror, took each one apart
Someone had asked me, What's your favourite body part?

Why not your eyes?
Ah, those ones betray me so easily when I cry

Your ears?
No, they too quickly give into their fears

Thought you'd say your lips
They are pretty, yes. But make many regrettable slips

Your nose?
Oh, it is too large and tends to spoil many a pose

And your teeth?
The top row is straight, but not those beneath

But your hands?
Ha, they get busy and selfish with their finds

And your feet?
Hmm... That's an idea but they're not too neat

What about your legs?
They'd sure do well if we compare them to pegs

Surely, your lungs?
They'd do anything for air, to whom do they really belong?

I know, I know! Your brain!
It'd be the best, if I could remember everyone's name☺

Someone asked, "what's your favourite body part?"

One that has stayed loyal to me from the very start
If I must choose a part, that would be my heart ♥