Deep within the life of these brittle bones of man, a song stays hidden, so slow yet so powerful; it plucks the strings of our veins reminding us that the shallow roads are meant to be left astray.
The words of the song roar asking you what is it that you are made of, a beating heart fragile as clay or are you a storm yet to endeavor the mighty fall?
Will the ears ever hear the song so clear filled with truth and triumph, yet so humble and so feared. Will the whispers of greed that offer “immortality” take away from the superficial cake of today….. Are you the singer of heaven …here to stay…here to stay?
I kissed the pillows of her cheeks. Covering myself in the blanket of her caress. While here nothing is heavy. Maintaining the balance of smiles in the bed of her arms She doesn’t mind my snore, relaxed in complete comfort.
Life is a symbiosis, relationship it makes possible, interaction among humans it creates, social system it establishes, cultural institution it builds, political arrangement to avoid vacuum, it puts in place. Life is a symbiosis, bridge it throws to span human
At least once in life do make a wish; not necessarily for returns, but for others an act of compassion; an offering.. more often it’ll be a reason to live life unconditionally… At least once in life do make an