I looked at an angel today, but the angel could not see me. The angel was more amazing than beautiful, like the best forgotten dream.
Lily white’s petals are at my feet anticipating the moment in which adventure and odyssey meet.
The beauty of words will forever be stronger than the silence of tears.
I close my eyes to indulge and reminisce of a sunset that never existed.
We simply can’t feel fulfilled by love we pay for.
Joys circular fulfillment was so persistent, when I was weak it gave me strength.