Nostalgia; the butterfly and the scroll
The resonance of the egoflows through the minds of men,as a warning to a life that begins and is well lived;the absolute thief of old age,for it prepares them for the cold.As the caterpillar turns into a silky cocoon,so too does the butterfly aspire to dream;a distant past confined within walls,thus must mortals advance in […]
Flower in a Stream
I want to understandWhat you mean when you speak with me.So I can twist around as I walk,and be able to dance like a Flower in a stream.To escape this conversation with no casualties,so you’ll accept that it’s enough.I want to run in the rainto wash away the unwanted,And watch the Stars align,unraveling my futureand […]