Love.Live.Life

Unknown days, of those mysterious talks with those output by my side to a friendship still unaware.  A girl ready to help in every possible way with a thick hide. Shy, still not ready to fly, strange what kept those feet on ground,  where she was beyond the limitations of sky. Thoughts which God knows from where she brought.  Scared, even the action of brave. The art which she had, called her the artist. With those colorful portraits to those magical words which sang along the feel of her heart. Being there everywhere, accomplished gold without scared.  She fought for everything important and with everyone without a war. The queen with a heart who worked harder than others. From start to end, with or without any help,with others and many times for them. She always built her castle on sand. Looks was what she thought, and hooks were something she had formed.  Which kept her still and attached to her thoughts which were no thoughts at all. She never understood tha...

Tears of the noon of the past year rolled down through cheeks at the dawn of the new year. When the chilling breeze pierced eyes without hurting the dreams. Such dreams are the needs like dew on the grass of all the desired wants. First sunrise of the decade after two odd months. There was nature, with drama and short of time. Nothing was special, neither great not luxurious, expensive except for one. Resolution was unknown, the reality was faded, the expectation was routine home headed. Default to the season sleeping was the reason, not when experiences were best, why to imagine the rest. Sweetness overflowed, salt was missing from those, defaulters, everything else came softer. Everything started where some had ended something. Where reality dreamt of living like us someday. From bad omen to sight, of owl’s flight, even the spirit of jungle dint thought of disturbing, when the voodoo doll was the knight. Time was, a handful of dissolving sand yet, in every particle a me...

Tears of the noon of the past year rolled down through cheeks at the dawn of the new year. When the chilling breeze pierced eyes without hurting the dreams. Such dreams are the needs like dew on the grass of all the desired wants. First sunrise of the decade after two odd months. There was nature, with drama and short of time. Nothing was special, neither great not luxurious, expensive except for one. Resolution was unknown, the reality was faded, the expectation was routine home headed. Default to the season sleeping was the reason, not when experiences were best, why to imagine the rest. Sweetness overflowed, salt was missing from those, defaulters, everything else came softer. Everything started where some had ended something. Where reality dreamt of living like us someday. From bad omen to sight, of owl’s flight, even the spirit of jungle dint thought of disturbing, when the voodoo doll was the knight. Time was, a handful of dissolving sand yet, in every particle a me...