Living Story

Growing, Living being.

Living Story

Onward, to the lower chambers of a psyche’s life; conscious heat waves burn these eyes. Never ending is this story told, to forever repeat--new plot, new characters be drawn. Felt to make, and sought to be, these scribbles that have only as much meaning as one instills within them--upon being read, imagined, and dealt with, in a world all your own.

Author's Note

Reviews

Oh, that music, brings me somewhere else... "Las raíces perfectos" ... I just could sit here forever, and be. Your words, evolve, a huge new world, (in me). It's what the perfect words can do, in combination with another unique perspective. (collaborations of the soul I call them). The value is as rich as one can interpret, see, feel or live, and I can tell you, withouth you, my imagination, didn't came that high. :) so, yes... it's together where art is born. Ages by ages, and in future yet to come.

Thank you for this philosophical gem. I really treasure this one. You are a mirror of love.

- Elisa xo

[Cecile Wonder]

Wow. Great poem. Any relations to anything?

[V. P. Trujillo]

If you have an imagination, then yeah--sure. x)

[Cecile Wonder]

:) yes I do