What if it’s the sounds of your fingers meeting the keys that intensifies your pulse while you are vulnerably typing that are familiar to the smell that are familiar to the sound of pancakes sizzling in the morning
A collection of moments that define a space in time your time to illustrate home your home where your mess is allowed feelings loud and able
Shades of coffee vary though steam will always softly linger to remind you here is safe because here is an extension of the world the one inside you
Her freedom had been taken from her All her life, her freedom had been taken from her The stillness of the forest The steady run of the stream The aroma of the red flower- Remarkable because they are free. Sensations that cannot be replicated, they have become their own peace A forest does not stir As a stream does not slow As a red flower does not hide- for any distraction Remarkable because they are free. Should memories continue to brush past her like wind striking through a hurricane, she won't chase them any longer Freedom rests its energy beside courage, she finds courage within.
Is it true? Somebody picked at her fire. Flames radically grew mighty and symbolic, newly ignited from the heat of conduction. No amount of water would drown the luminous light, she cried out in curiosity. A lifetime spent designing her peace, submissive to her needs and wants.
Please visit whenever you'd like, how heavenly have I become?
~ Questions left to crave attention, Why can't they reach any words? Answers melting into each other, They spill through voids that cry out for reason. ~ "If it isn't you, it isn't anybody else" -Please promise to protect it- Why can't I reach your words? As fragile as the words, the heart to follow. ~Endless talks that cluttered freedom, Silences did not reach harmony. Souls did not find each other in truth, but in a moment. ~Have you found awakening here? An innocence blinded by a temptation masked by charm and infused with ember.