do not trespass on these sleeping rails, for they hold the secrets to our deepest desires …
do not trespass …
the one less traveled …
i shall be telling this with a sigh somewhere ages and ages hence: two roads diverged in a wood, and i i took the one less traveled and that has made all the difference (robert frost)
colors so bright …
the east coast holds on to colors so bright memories of what were fading quickly overnight the bright colors of autumn returning to the earth, ushering in the grey and cold of the winter months. a chance to rest our bodies, dive into our souls and clean out our hearts …
sitting in a cafe …
or maybe by chance while sitting in a cafe you’ll meet a weirdo buried in a book unable to fit in floating in a cloud rejecting the norm nothing like the rest of them seeking an adventure someone who just understands unconventional compassionate captivating seeing through his quirks and into his heart dancing beneath the … Continue reading sitting in a cafe …
vast open sea …
diving in to the vast open sea you encounter an enchanting rebellious mermaid curious unafraid to explore an earthly plane daydreaming playfully singing “wandering free, wish i could be, part of that world” unable to be anchored down to a place she doesn’t belong swimming until she walks walking until she talks breaking a spell … Continue reading vast open sea …
