Belonging
Belonging... empty silent voices calling with a salty taste Sharp edges of freeze stinging deep into your Being No response echo fading...
Words of Home
... the sweet word of forgiveness the sweet word of a warm embrace the sweet word of a twinkle the sweet word of the sound of laughter...
Trail of the wings
... When tears express what words can’t say and the soul becomes saturated with unspoken ache burning deep, abiding void... Subsiding...
When
... visions transform into heartbeats dreams into warm showers of contentment fantasies into a sea of colours and illusions into longings...
No place for Butterflies
Past notions engraved in stone, deep inside. No place for butterflies. Caged in, wounded wisps on their ornamented wings. Incapable of...
Welcome to my world
Welcome to my world! A place where your voice is heard and counted when everywhere else angst and silence is the only language known and...