Student — artist — traveller. Writing poetry and varied prose.
Opal Opaqueness’ _ is myChoice _ Because it’s more Kaleidoscope 🌈
Upon thev’ Coy Coughing — inhale andev’ exhausting — exhalation_/
beauty and meaning, the same
we are stanzas, metaphors of
beware, as you breathe my air a fire begins.
Duhh _ Seriously 😳 _ Evil Overlord ?
A songbird does notknow vibrations of violenceShe only sings melodies about warriors whoaxed her tree down
The silent majorityis out there — they go about their days, nevercomplaining over the dull hum of the controlled chaosthat is everyday existence, but rest assured;they just want it to stop,too.
but then there are the dayswhere thoughts flow like wine;I catch myself in some pristine hollow,a sacred bubble in four dimensionswhere every natural force — gravity,grief, and even that monster, timeare suspended.
We are not confined to spaces; we allow spaces to define us,who we are is a product of definition, in modernity, not in truthful endeavors.