Just as a troubled artist finds solace in a blank canvas, I find life, in still silence and moonlight on my skin. Beams of light strung together. Stories written across the sky, tales of war, tales of circumstance, but mostly, tales of love. Poems spilled over the stars, promises of possibility. And just as that troubled artist finds peace in his vision brought to life, manifested before his eyes, I am intoxicated by the sheer power of the moon to tame my wild heartbeat & soothe my soul.
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 11:10 PM UTC
Just as a troubled artist finds solace in a blank canvas, I find life, in still silence and moonlight on my skin. Beams of light strung together. Stories written across the sky, tales of war, tales of circumstance, but mostly, tales of love. Poems spilled over the stars, promises of possibility. And just as that troubled artist finds peace in his vision brought to life, manifested before his eyes, I am intoxicated by the sheer power of the moon to tame my wild heartbeat & soothe my soul.
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