Monthly Archives: November 2013

She…

She filled the void

in her soul

with the naivety of her heart.

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By believing pa…

By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.

Franz Kafka


She could see…

She could see his breath hang in the cold crisp air.

His hands stuffed into his pockets trying to stay warm.

He turned his head and she could no longer see his eyes.

Her heart sank as she turned her back and

walked away.

 


Thanksgiving..

A mother’s perspective

when she wakes early in the morning.

Shows her love through her cooking

the aroma fills the house.

Bringing people together

and reminding them they are loved.

 


Don’t part with…

Don’t part with your illusions. When they are gone, you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.

Mark Twain


Her love…

Her love could not be defined

Only experienced at her pleasure.

No labels to define the feelings inside.

Her only hope was to love unconditionally.

 


Sunlight is pai…

Sunlight is painting.
Nathaniel Hawthorne