Monthly Archives: August 2018

The tender grass under your feet

Every day you walk in the garden of your heart and trample the tender grass that grows there but instead of becoming harder and thornier the grass becomes softer and tenderer every day that passes How to explain this miracle

The tender grass under your feet

Every day you walk in the garden of your heart and trample the tender grass that grows there but instead of becoming harder and thornier the grass becomes softer and tenderer every day that passes How to explain this miracle

River of blood

A river of blood is flowing between us around us our chests are leaking our hearts are wounded and crying tears of red I have been unfair toward you in the past you were vulnerable to me and I hurt

River of blood

A river of blood is flowing between us around us our chests are leaking our hearts are wounded and crying tears of red I have been unfair toward you in the past you were vulnerable to me and I hurt

World of music

Can you see the music in all things surrounding you can you feel the air vibrating on the rhythm of an invisible tune Then if we are creatures of music and our very souls are made of music we need

World of music

Can you see the music in all things surrounding you can you feel the air vibrating on the rhythm of an invisible tune Then if we are creatures of music and our very souls are made of music we need

I feel your pain

I feel your pain that cuts through my chest with my acts I have hurt you unwilling, unknowing I have filled your heart with thorns that are now stinging at my flesh too for that is the nature of our

I feel your pain

I feel your pain that cuts through my chest with my acts I have hurt you unwilling, unknowing I have filled your heart with thorns that are now stinging at my flesh too for that is the nature of our

Colourless mirror

I offered you a mirror once it bore colours I had not painted and after you used it a few times its colours disappeared Everything that does not come from you and from me is wiped off like drawings on

Colourless mirror

I offered you a mirror once it bore colours I had not painted and after you used it a few times its colours disappeared Everything that does not come from you and from me is wiped off like drawings on

Worldbuilders

We are worldbuilders who restore what has been broken by time and oblivion who imagine and give existence to what has not existed yet With our heart we feel the stones of old and we bring them back to life

Worldbuilders

We are worldbuilders who restore what has been broken by time and oblivion who imagine and give existence to what has not existed yet With our heart we feel the stones of old and we bring them back to life

See-through

I see through you I see through things I find colours in greyness and in darkness my vision of the world is transformed and where there was flatness I perceive a new depth now I can see my surroundings even

See-through

I see through you I see through things I find colours in greyness and in darkness my vision of the world is transformed and where there was flatness I perceive a new depth now I can see my surroundings even