In a quiet glowing evening embedded within pearl sands of my African lands. When everything is still like a silhouette of a tired mime, my exploding thoughts are finally calm. "Very well. I shall be calm"
A mosquito-free night is a luxury.
An anti-solar powered geyser weather is a blessing in disguise.
The pulse of the thunderstorm driving my heartbeat is no match for the loudness of the unspoken words.
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 6:17 PM UTC
In a quiet glowing evening embedded within pearl sands of my African lands. When everything is still like a silhouette of a tired mime, my exploding thoughts are finally calm. "Very well. I shall be calm"
A mosquito-free night is a luxury.
An anti-solar powered geyser weather is a blessing in disguise.
The pulse of the thunderstorm driving my heartbeat is no match for the loudness of the unspoken words.
