What calls to you and is there a place you disappear into in those moments of need?
Slowly you drift away And could not stay You are not coming back Fade to black Screams of…
“The last thing I heard was you whispering goodbye. And then I heard you flatline.” ~Skillet, Not Gonna…
Ideas spring forth, from dark places unseen. Eternity calls down, into the moments between. Reflections of attraction, hidden…
Left alone; a single grain of sand along the seashore, a single leaf waving gently on an oak…
They say each journey begins with that first step, followed by another until we are on our way….
I am the moon; so distant and cold, wise and silent. Hung in the void of eternity I…
Art in general is my refuge. Painting, writings, poems, etc. are a good place to get lost. (((hugs)))
I so agree! And sometimes when we get lost we find ourselves.