A stormy night maybe dark But it ends, When the rays of sunshine Pierce the clouds. Dark days end with a moonlit night When the pale moonlight Turns sand into silver. The starry night guides the sailors who are lost. The bard may die But his songs stay alive.
Coasting along the interstate the sun trickles down the horizon, Bleeding into the land darkness casts its cloak on the land, Moonlit fantasies decorate the skies as she shifts her gears to surge ahead, Euphoria of the ride engulf her mind's eye - matching heaven's every stride, An endless wanderer, Lost in the journey's mayhem.
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what if after all this time i still want to slow dance in the dark? with trembling fingers and pinching high heels. to feel light behind my eyelids, knowing it doesn't come from the outside, but from within. purple, rolling storm clouds. stars on hardwood floors. so let's dance in a moonlit room, darling.
Do you believe in fate? Or is it just some romanticized emotion? Do you think people are connected? Or does love only come from devotion? Have you ever felt sad without knowing why? So you stare while you drive and you try not to cry The salt water blurs out the road as it sits in my eye
Everything in me wants to let those waters cascade down my imperfect skin Yet everything in me holds back that raging sea with the quick motion of blinking lashes
There is nothing and everything in that moment Time is here and every emotion once felt rises to the surface Every regret of a path not taken stares at these flooded bloodshot blue windows They shine the brightest at these moments Who I truly am dances and shines as it reflects my inner most being My soul swims in the blue
Regret smiles No tears are shed I smile Regret subsides It always does I always love
When time continues I exist When time stops I thrive I’m here I’m alive and somehow I survive
In the fabric of time exists moonlit seas of happenstance and rose-scented memories sewed in with golden beads but it seems to me that life has found a way, to sew in worn-out frayed threads, that have lost their silky reflection
yet you, with your resilient skin found a way to make embroidered mosaics of colour out of the dissonance between good and bad