These are random feeling I have to get into words for my own sanity. Writing is therapeutic and soothing to my soul. Sick with reflection of how scattered this noggin's broaden view can whisper hope bleeding hearts to smile.
Friday, July 06, 2012
Its nerve wrecking ball of flame in the pit of my frame.
Love drags a life with fans. Easy to give way to a sad refrain when people can be so plain. Holding out for extra-ordinary, may leave me on the waste line of the shore.
I imagine myself as a guardian of the Olympic Peninsula Forest. Fending off the pirates of the Rain Forest. Robbing its rich secretes to decorate Europe by the million folds. Moving with the currents, envisions are created of my hands wrapped around a child from South East Asia. Knelt down, comforting and sharing my water with the thirsty. In America, my fingertips curl the film hoping to bring empathy to the lost of affection for each other. Mother Nature sits on my shoulder.. tilting my head just enough to see my own path.
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