Warm wandering soul Whispering her secrets, will, And thoughts to the wind
Gently brushing by Her scorched skin, the winter breeze Whispers all over Her. Sore flesh. Softly Lullabies her pain away. Promises relief.
She was standing alone Thinking about her boy at home Assembling in her mind A list of groceries She could not afford to buy.
During winter, we often feel cold in our bodies and in our hearts. Overwhelmed and exhausted by our environment.
Keys turned in the lock. He walked in, and shed his coat and jacket in the lobby. Then he eyed his flat. Soulless, nude space, open lines, cold, empty walls, uplifted only by the view, and the grey light filtering through the high windows.
Vapors emanate – Hot, white, smokey clouds of hope Warming up my lips.
As life bustles by Under the clearest skies, Frozen I sits still.
Tim was sitting in his favorite coffee place. It was large, crooked, ragged and loud. People were flowing in and out. Sharing stories with one another at the top of their lungs to cover the clamorous sound of music broadcasted on the dozen of old-school speakers, screwed on the walls.
I am home now. Alone. Empty. But alive. Life is unpredictable. So fragile. So persistent. It is indescribable. Kind of confusing really. That’s is it. I am stuck in a provisory state of permanent confusion.
I will never let you see Beyond the surface How scared and how scarred I really am. Je ne te laisserai jamais voir Sous cette façade Ma peur et ces cicatrices Encore rougies.
Growing up in a rough place, he never thought he would make it. But there he was that day, in this place of all places, with that woman of all women. How gorgeous she looked waiting for him to come and pick her up on her porch.
It feels like you are everywhere Whenever I turn a corner, I catch a glimpse of your smiling face Our gazes cross paths and linger Just a few seconds longer than they should