anlewis41#fragmentsfromsolitarysouls
upon crossing the threshold
explosions erupt and few survive.
I can feel his hand as once again
my head is held under the water
taking my last breath
thru energy my hand in his we touch
upon crossing the threshold
explosions erupt and few survive.
I can feel his hand as once again
my head is held under the water
taking my last breath
thru energy my hand in his we touch
crests of the sun; moon falling on my head splitting in half my forgotten life making it better than before long gone hope my eyes (sealed shut) -Everybody has a story... these are our-
reach inside, a moment lost, reflecting back I see myself and ask...are we open? do we feel? can I touch?
Broken just beneath the surface. A circle of words flowing over, colorful, loud voices, waiting for eyes to see, hearts to feel, emotions to erupt. Reality becomes what is