I am sitting on my window sell.
Hoping to catch those first rays! [dawn...
This flowing stream , my life.
A million moving parts...
I am sitting on my window cell.
Hoping to catch those first rays...
This fastmoving stream!
A billion moving parts...
There is dust all over my thoughts!
Cobwebs too...
I am sitting on my window cell.
Hoping to catch those first rays...
This fastmoving stream!
A billion moving parts...
The threads of fate playing my hand for me.
Foundation laid, guardrail...
Hate builds walls ! to protect from hurt.
Hiding from your own emotions, how stupid is that...
There is always a song being played.
Music is food for the soul...
Writing poetry is a response to sensitivity.
Feelings related to emotions with intensity...
There is dust all over my thoughts!
Cobwebs too...