|Things that have some sort of (deep) meaning for me |
I actually have some (small) prints already...
serenity builds herself in solitudeand it's days like theseserenity builds herself in solitude by hiddendelights
when the sun rises over grey and white;
rushing while the world sleeps under this blanket,
and although i'm wide awake, i too, slumber
and wander as if in a trance
later, the sun is higher
and the only trace of the quiet morning
is the gentle blast of heating -
almost superfluous under the azure sky.
it's as if the clouds had fallen
but were finally blown away in the crispness of day -
and in the midst,
this lull in the mind -
a haze that has drifted into my very psyche
bringing quietness, and for once,
I'm not around an awful lot anymore, but my inbox is always open to messages; if you're in need of support, a hug, or just a chat.
With all my love.