A pause that will enlighten the soul and bring the reader closer to the written word and then gently engulfs in a special dream.
Love is scaring and scaring is love. Something will always touch us in ways that we don’t realize.
’ve been so deep in thought while walking from one room to another that when I got to my destination, I forgot why I went there. My inner thought captivates then catapults me to other places.
You’re so pretty inside others should see that too.
It’s a shame you hide and never come out and play.
As the words spill from her mind she feels a darkness lift.
The sky was huge, it was rising above a huge spread of pillars, over the ocean and up and around the magnificent peninsula. It was cold and windy, and the pillars looked like lighthouses or beautiful chateaus floating up the sea.
I hate feeling this alone.
I can’t talk to anyone close because I feel like a burden.
I’m in a dark hole and I can’t see the light this time.
Grief is an ocean. The depths of which are tempered by the varied memories and love that are held.
I am uneducated in the art of seduction, or rather seducing. And I have no idea where it’s leading.