I’d rather be… listening to your voice, than drying my tears. I’d rather be… hearing your life stories from you, than others sharing for you. I’d rather be… holding your hand than carrying your casket. You’d rather be… flying planes in the valley than watching us weep. Advertisements
Their she stood forsaken. No words left to grasp. As she said farewell, to the unexpected. Time moves forward, as the wound heals. Bare with me folks, as I begin my road to recovery.
Cease this moment right here, right now. Memorize how you feel, what you’re wearing, the weather outside. Let’s cease this moment together. Featured Image.
Amoungst the shadows of summer, young lovers whisper atop of the old oak tree. As the leaves sing with gleeful colors of yellow and red, they depart in their wake. Who once were young lovers yearning — for that moment of faded love and sweet harmony echos within the old oak tree roots.
A good friend of mine who is a graphic design artist, we decided to collaborate on this piece, I’d write and he would design the piece. This was to commemorate Earth. Let me know what you think. Featured Image.
Dark as the night sky, her mind was full of hard times. A mask adorned those times, expressing cheerful days with a slight southern chime. Eager to help you all the time, never demanding for a return only a ‘thank you’ will satisfy. The world sees an opaque mask, while she faces a larger battle. …
She brushed the dust off their portrait from 1987. Side by side they stood smiling on their wedding day. They brought three children into the world wrapped in care. She refused to accept that their love had died years ago. Along the way she lost herself, living to only see her children grow. Now its …