The Epilogue

 But there is something so satisfying in the epilogue...

Maybe the answers,

Or the endings,

Or the closures,

That make peace

With our thoughts... 

Of the stories 

Not even ours 

To be told.

Once Upon a Forever

 Once upon a forever 

We hold

Our own clocks.

And Hearts don't have locks.

Until we lose 

Our sense of time,

And we just close it...

And choose only the ones who can come in.

But we sometimes choose

The ones who 

Would break our walls

Just to leave

Us in to pieces...

To be at peace 

With ourselves 

Once again.

Versions of Me

 But who am I to you?

The girl next door 

Or the girl who broke your heart?

I am a deer to someone, 

And a wolf to somebody else.

A dream in a day,

A mare at night.

All of these illusions 

Of me,

Are Versions 

Of people who came across my path.

Daily Gallery

 

All the Numbers but 1

 

Seemingly Random and Mundane (P2)

 

Cold Mornings

 Oh how we love

The cold mornings...

Buried in quilts

The cuddles with soft pillows  

The dew on the leaves

The fog on the windows

The crisp of zephyr 

The flavors of coffee 

The moments that linger 

Before the city gets busy.

Flavors Through the Lens

 

Seemingly Random and Mundane