We stall in shock as the dark shadows mock

The dreading wall carries the horror throughout each stall of passing light

Fright!Fright!Fright! In any path,in my sights it’s incredibly difficult to try and find the light...

The cement is filled with flowers

(Breathes)

how powerful the soil is….i feel them through my fingers.

Nature taking over, [they feel] roots seeping so deeply the hue of the fallen rain water turns red.

(Breathes in)

Only i can hear you..only i know the energy running through you. You and I have a special bond.

Rose, Lily, Daisy, Jasmine, Iris, Ivy sweet Camellia, my beautiful ladies how i ...

We stall in shock as the dark shadows mock

The dreading wall carries the horror throughout each stall of passing light

Fright!Fright!Fright! In any path,in my sights it’s incredibly difficult to try and find the light...

She feels like spring morning,

Her voice is like the birds that rise before the sun

Always happy and eager to start the day

Her skin has a gentle feel such as the speckles of mist touching your skin

The heart that beats within her chest remind me of daffodil petals, needing care and gentleness

She is a bed of flowers I wish to lay upon, soaking in the energy she radiates...

How’s that book? Is the question i kept repeating in my mind over and over again trying to find the courage to speak to her. It’s been three weeks now, walking into the same coffee shop ordering a large honey lavender iced coffee, caring my old leather book bag filled with a sketch book, pastels,pack of cigarettes and old rolls of film that aren’t developed . Sitting far enough where I can glimpse...