as i stare at my reflection, i see my present and my past, a wandering vision into extant realm.
Étiquette : scotland
weeping words
standing here along the seashore, surrounded by slapping waves and howling winds, i feel like an illusion in a world of disillusion.
golden field
feel like a leaf on a tree, blown away for ever, into the cool autumn breeze.
stream of consciousness
as the motion of the ocean sways my soul, the cycle of light blurs the distance, blue waters no longer cry.
shattered fortress
breathing through the undertow, lashed out by avidity, beaten up by the elements, i struggle to survive.
