many minds have sat and paid unfeasible amounts of sand, equivalent to all earths beaches combined, to the hourglass searching for tranquility. i believe the souls that wish to find it should rightly have it placed before them. from what i have gained like a snowball moving torwards a prudent decline, the hours of labor that was put into the silver ( Read more... )

there was once a great wind that caught sound off of a jet airliner and like a thunderous blast from a sacred gong the sky split into thirds. when the sleek chrome polished turbines created the schism within the slow whirlwind of the tempest, the hawks found themselves drifting further from the clouds. thus causing great fright within the flock. ( Read more... )

and so i recoiled my spine like a strand of twine ( Read more... )

why must this compass only satisfy the cardnal directions ( Read more... )

choregraphed like the flower that perpetually blossoms, the sound radiates like an echo in a cavern ( Read more... )

a scissor split, now we find blades in out aortas ( Read more... )

according to greek mythology there are these three sisters known as The FATES or Moirae. There was Clotho who spins the thread, Lachesis who decides how long it is, and Atropos who cuts it. think of these oracles as spiders and that the webs unto which they weave are perhaps the nets to where no matter the destination we fall into they catch us. ( Read more... )

why is it that when our heart desires something and we cannot predict the outcome many people find answers in the emotion fear? why do people take less risks when attempting to love? why is that we cannot see ourselves for what we were created as? the best advice i have taken when dealing with situations like this is that "when i find myself in ( Read more... )

i have a disposition for convoying good feelings across a dismaled territory. unfortunately if feels like sometimes the tires of this vehicle seem to get stuck in the trenches that were dug by those who fled at the first sound of gunfire. though all is fair in love and war, there seem to be many unwritten rules in both. rules that seem less like ( Read more... )

so many new paths to take. so many decisions left undecided. what can become of a town where all the residents melt in the air. just the possibility of anything ever being what it is/was/can be capable of being never residing in history brings a tear to the eyes of the righteous. for when good ideas that are ready to be established and followed out ( Read more... )