Sometimes the littlest thing can save your life.

Tonight's little thing: POSTSECRET

Thank you to those who say things you're not supposed to.

Streams of light broke the sky ( Read more... )

So read your books, but stay out late ( Read more... )

Light filtered through the leaves
and I wish I could have moved
silently, slowly. Words were lost
and the shadow danced along the ground
stirring a dust of memories.
The wind rushed around
and my skin grew pale.
Light filtered through the leaves
and I was moved to silence,
content in knowing you were there.

And all these things mount
the backs of giants and march
on towards the grey horizon
serching for morning but finding
only dusk after dusk after dusk.
And each setting becomes less
surprising than the previous
and haunts my visions of the life
most unfinished until finally
all thoughts are drained,
my eyes sink into dull blue
and the sun burns out

I remember wishing on more
than stars and satellites
for more than forever.
I remember secret meetings,
slipping past roommates
and inching together.
I remember quiet.
I remember the rain
that made us dance
until we slipped into uncertainty.
I remember gasping
for breath as you said
your goodbyes.

His hands reach ( Read more... )

Wind, Sun, and Dreams ( Read more... )

A Tree Amongst the Rocks

This tree can’t stand
fighting the wind
and the heat
with only dust
for its dry roots.
Yet it stays,
branches spread
like arms
seeking the sun
and reaching for rain
that may never come.

Through the glass ( Read more... )