blistered heartsdon’t fear just hurtstraddles don’t look like usroaming in the dustwe just have blisteredwild hungry hearts fires on the horizonconsume our nightstucked in by secret desireswe wish not to see the lightbut crave what we deserve to haveand thenwe
* These shards of hope cannot cut my skin, I’m made of tainted glass I feel the edges as my own. I can pick them up every day and put them back in the sun, where they can grow tight and make you smile. ** There are these moments when the moon is full and […]
Shimmering gold and I’m dreaming still, my arms closing in like the jealous tide, won’t ever try to find a better shore where to stop by.
What is your calling? What is the purpose of your life? Why are you alive? What is the value of your life? What makes life valuable to you? What is a life well-lived? How do you find meaning in life? So many questions we ask ourselves. Some of us, we ask them constantly.
She will die too soon. Thousands will cry her passing away. El mundo enmudecerá y las calles permanecerán desiertas. –She will be missed– All the creatures from forests, seas and the underworld will raise their heads to the sky. Sus lágrimas no terminarán nunca. Los rayos de
A finger tracing a curve. A hand moving towards my heart. A whisper saying something my ear cannot understand. A wave of warmth that falls on my body as if a blanket had just been laid upon me. Two arms raising my back. A tickling caress on my face, pitch dark as the night
That same story again. Echoing in my head, like a long forgotten dream that comes back after years of lying under the radar of my consciousness. The face of that beautiful girl, hiding behind another one with a stronger heart. Those eyes so full of desire and dreams, and
Quiero un amor que solo dure mi presente. Quiero un amor que sea la mejor historia de amor, con un poco de todas las demás. Quiero un amor que me haga respirar más fuerte, soñar sueños más grandes y vivir con mayor intensidad. Quiero un amor que me haga llorar por las
My Mom once told me a story about the real angels that came to save us. They didn’t have wings. They didn’t all sing with sweet voices. They didn’t stay forever by our side. They weren’t always beautiful and graceful. They didn’t have amazing lives. She told me that angels
She was lost and found, lost and found all at the same time. She thought she could deal with all the mysteries of the world but she couldn’t accept the only mystery that was hers. She didn’t believe in the power of her love, and she kept losing what she had once cherished.