listen listen but do not follow your path is not the same as mine though they intertwine we may see the same tree yet view it quite differently the hues attached to your mood find solace in your soul
her own prison no one held the key no one had locked the door she felt helpless powerless vulnerable bolted within the walls imaginary barriers built over years unable to undress the obstacles while feigning happiness in a psychologist session disgruntled content unable to process
i want to be heard i want to be heard without interruption do not try to stop my flow i finally feel free to let go of all the demons that haunt my mind of all the anxieties that cause sleepless nights of all the ties
hunters’ moon markswomen huntsmen this the moon of Orion prepare for the warriors’ watch prepare for the bend the arc the curvature of your bows your quivers hold an arsenal track this eve under the hunters’
she spoke she spoke in the answers of questions never asked she spoke with wisdom she claimed was not her own she spoke of love in letters never opened she spoke with never revealing learning that waiting ………… waiting …………………….. waiting
BG loving Monday you could not wait for Monday to end i just started the day with a vision of bliss you could not wait for Monday to end i had plans i had a list to keep me on task i had direction for fulfillment yet you could
