empty hands

i came here with empty hands take me away such that i return with a full heart

sweet words

hurting? why blame my sweet words

the next world

he said the world is round she said well, the next world will be flat after much contemplation they agreed to disagree

a secret escapes

from the heart a secret escapes through the tongue too late... for recall hear the shatter of broken trust

moments of silence

who knew that moments of silence could inflict lacerations as slight as papercuts and eventually break a heart who knew...? *** Inspiration: A papercut on my wrist. Ouch!

ink painting

it was the ink, painting itself...

Circular Lives

Wait! Stop! You are going in the wrong direction... Today's post was inspired by the above prompt. Tell a story in 9 words. This world is round, perhaps our lives are also circular. So I am sure eventually we will reach our destinations. But perhaps there is a shorter way? What do you feel?

shifted reality

however much they shifted reality it always faced the north star for you can never transform truth and deception is transitory

imagine god

how do you imagine god talks?

search for reality

i did search for reality but lost sight of my dreams where dust mingles with ash unspoken words shall be heard the dreamer lives on