be open today it isn’t tomorrow isn’t either not all days are about you stand in line the one the universe claims the time you don’t get to choose only hope and trust that when it’s your moment your mind is open not closed and
Nov New Moon this is the month of thankful giving open your heart to new moon blessings satisfy your soul with new moon intentions this darken sky with moonless light the time for balancing bring your negatives to the surface let them dissipate
your voice he shouted i want my voice to be heard i want my voice to be heard she countered stop whispering into the trees the leaves swallow your words stop shouting stop whispering you know how to have your voice
dream of me won’t you dream of me when your eyes close when you go to that place that no one knows where reality changes and silent slumber begins won’t you dream of me out of memories of days we spent seeking shelter from sudden storms laying naked
there is a storm there is a storm a raging evolving developing off shore rising from the sea meeting the sky as far as one’s eyes can perceive there is a storm a raging it’s magnitude immense the anger is not from the heavens yet it feels
random act it was a random act one detached from thought one that should standout one that many would shy from criticize declare insane close eyes or just plainly walk away it was a random act nothing attached nothing asked for in return a
