“We need a place,” she said, “just for us. It would be so secret that we would never tell anyone in the whole world about it.” Advertisements
She stands so tall, so proudly juts her welcoming frame, but deeply lies a mortal coil ingrained.
Sometimes, I pray for you at night, someday, maybe you’ll see the light. Some say in life, you’re gonna get what you give, but some things only God can forgive.
Thankfulness can be a much needed salve to carry us through troubled times.
Best friend when you are down, I will carry you in my arms. ~RM Drake
I call this piece, Patio Paradise, then, as an ode to childhood memories of summers spent underneath plumeria blossoms, and cool valley mists. Its an island state of mind \m/
There is no place too far, no pit too deep, no shadow so dark, where the pure light of love cannot reach you. One only has to receive it.
“Stuff your eyes with wonder, he said, live as if you’d drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It’s more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.”
Welcome to that old familiar feeling, of windswept leaves, of dark green earth, and of cool breezes in the waning sunlight of that autumn sky.
I’m sick for a place that I’ve never called home.