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You sit, Drunk with impressions indescribable and Nameless until they are molded into something Tangible- No longer formless wisps mea..

This Person: The Writer- Pushing her fingers gingerly through the grey clouds and stepping out of the way as words Open up, Tumble ..

Wake up to the sun and the clouds and the mountains Painting a picture for you- The birds and the coffee pot creating a symphony of Bliss,..

I drifted after having clumsily struggled with the lock �" on the side of the door for which I have complete control; sometimes fing..

The Essence of all Things is quite funny, remarkable, and also quite persistent. We often think that our memories are gone, dissipated into ..

Watch his fingers do their Dance of Prayer over the Steaming cup entertaining him, Eyes pretending to be fascinated With the grooves a..

Maybe she’s waiting Over there in that Corner, The corner with the most Unattractive lighting and the most Unappealing stenc..

I am not hungry- There is only a question waiting to be posed- Feeding on its potential and the Closeness of the air on its Skin- D..

Yes- Let the tender flames of All that Is Goodness tumble in Streams and Rivers around your Silhouette �" It doesn’..

Rockslides down my arms and Avalanches slide down my skin; Sheets of yesterdays falling, sliding, Shattering. Revealing the birth, ..