"In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art." Rumi
...Everything Is On It's Way To Somewhere...
I listen to music here . I translate the world here
I am a creative soul who writes to find meaning in the existence which swirls around me, in an attempt to slow down time and sit within it's bubble for a moment or two. Some of what's on here is fictional and some of which is personal...however I like to blur the lines to make it more alluring to the reader and to myself.
There are times when I feel like I have been sitting in the silt and grime for longer than I remember, and my feet are heavy with the weight of the congealed mud webbed between my toes. This isn’t normal. Surely it’s not normal. The sun needs to reach out and tear a whole in the sky like 4 days past, when the light danced along my arm like little ants catching glimpses of fortune and prosperity.
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