~~<○>~~

shadows shed by moonlight
through the plants entwined
creating their own patterns
weaving their designs

blues and purples shimmering
the subtle shades of grey
the lovely dearth of color
unmatched by light of day!

they create a tapestry
of mystery on their looms
the woof and warp of dreamers

the shadows of the moon

~~<○>~~


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 9/11/2016

The hate
You Give
Is the hate
You shall
Receive
70 times
Seven

For
Give

All life has a purpose.

I sit down and wonder about each

But my smile falls; that tells me otherwise.

I wonder what mines is.

Perhaps I would like my purpose to be like a flower.

use for happiness and grief.

Or perhaps a butterfly.

They have significant meaning in everyone's life.

Am I supposed to make my own, or is it given, or is it already decided?

All I know is that I would like a purpose, no matter if it's small or big.

Just a purpose

i’m not happy

but i practiced forging
its signature
until no one could tell
the difference